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Слушать(AI)From Wellington Terrace
TE stars above, red stars beneath,
And o'er the bay the brooding hills:
No murmur, save a quiet
That faintly through the darkness thrills,
The bay with shadowed lights a-blur;
On high a glow that waves and wanes;
And through the city here and
The red-lit streets — like living veins!
Arthur Henry Adams
Arthur Henry Adams (6 June 1872 – 4 March 1936) was a journalist and author. He started his career in New Zealand, though he spent most of it in
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