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Слушать(AI)Far Off
I should like to relate this memory…but it is so faded now… scarcely anything is left —because it lies far off, in the years of my early manhood.
A skin as if made of jasmine…that night in August — was it August? — that night…I can just barely remember the eyes; they were,
I think, blue…Ah yes, blue; a sapphire blue.
Constantine P Cavafy
Constantine Peter Cavafy (April 29 (April 17, OS), 1863 – April 29, 1933) was an Egyptiot Greek poet, journalist and civil servant. His consciou
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