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Слушать(AI)The Red Dress
I always saw,
I always said If I were grown and free,
I'd have a gown of reddest red As fine as you could see,
To wear out walking, sleek and slow, Upon a Summer day,
And there'd be one to see me so And flip the world away.
And he would be a gallant one, With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun, And lips too warm for lies.
I always saw us, gay and good, High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood…. I have the silly gown.
Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker (née Rothschild; August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967) was an American poet, writer, critic, and satirist based in New York; she was be
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