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Слушать(AI)The City Clocks
HE City clocks point out the
They look like moons on their darkened towers-And I who was shown my
Thrice, but have no sense of location,
Am back again at one or the
Looming clocks that have changed the figure.
Moments a thousand have hurried over,
And the sought place is as far as ever.
The City clocks point out the
They look like moons on their darkened towers;
That Time and Place are a tangled
Their mingled strokes say over again.
Padraic Colum
Padraic Colum (8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972) was an Irish poet, novelist, dramatist, biographer, playwright, children's author and collecto
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