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Слушать(AI)The River
The river I have under my tongue,
Unimaginable water, my little boat,
And curtains lowered, let's speak.
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
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Liberté
On my school On my desk and on the On the sands of snowI write your On the pages I have
The Immediate Life
What’s become of you why this white hair and Why this forehead these eyes rent apart The great misunderstanding of the marriage of Solitude chases me with its rancour
Even When We Sleep
Even when we sleep we watch over each And this love heavier than a lake’s ripe Without laughter or tears lasts One day after another one night after us
Nusch
The sentiments The lightness of The tresses of caresses Without worry or
