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Слушать(AI)Love Came to Us
Love came to us in time gone by When one at twilight shyly played And one in fear was standing nigh — - For Love at first is all afraid.
We were grave lovers.
Love is past That had his sweet hours many a one;
Welcome to us now at the last The ways that we shall go upon.
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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