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Слушать(AI)Never Give All The Heart
ER give all the heart, for
Will hardly seem worth thinking
To passionate women if it
Certain, and they never
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats[a] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar
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