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Слушать(AI)К широкому небу
К широкому небу лицом ввечеру
Положите меня, и я умру,
Я радостно жил и легко умру
И вам завещаю одно —
Написать на моей плите гробовой:
«Моряк из морей вернулся домой,
Охотник с гор вернулся домой,
Он там, куда шел давно».
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges Acevedo (24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986) was an Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator,
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