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Слушать(AI)Stuttered-Over-Again World
Stuttered-over-again World,where I shall have beena Guest, a Name,sweated down from the Wall,that a Wound licks up.
Paul Celan
Paul Celan (/ˈsɛlæn/;[1] German: [ˈtseːlaːn]; 23 November 1920 – c. 20 April 1970) was a Romanian-born German-language poet and translator. He w
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