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Слушать(AI)N’est ce pas qu’il est doux
Is it not pleasant, now we are tired,and tarnished, like other men, to search for those firesin the furthest East, where, again, we might seemorning’s new dawn, and, in mad history,hear the echoes, that vanish behind us, the sighsof the young loves,
God gives, at the start of our lives?
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Pierre Baudelaire (9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and one o
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