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Слушать(AI)For Anne Gregory
ER shall a young man,
Thrown into
By those great
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself
And not your yellow hair.'"But I can get a
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in
May love me for myself
And not my yellow hair.'"I heard an old religious
But yesternight
That he had found a text to
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself
And not your yellow hair."
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats[a] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar
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