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Слушать(AI)Gentle Lady Do Not Sing
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough.
Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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