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Слушать(AI)The Bride
OU know, my friends, with what a brave carouseI made a second marriage in my house,— Divorced old barren Reason from my
And took the Daughter of the Vine to spouse.” So sang the Lord of Poets.
In a gleam Of light that made her like an angel seem, The Daughter of the Vine said: “I
Am Reason, and the Other was a Dream.”
Ambrose Bierce
Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce (June 24, 1842– circa 1914) was an American short story writer, journalist, poet, and Civil War veteran. His book The De
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