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Слушать(AI)The Beloved
She is standing on my
And her hair is wound in mine,
She has the form of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,
She is swallowed by my
Like a stone against the sky.
Her eyes are always
And will not let me sleep.
Her dreams in broad
Make the suns
Make me laugh, cry and laugh,
Speak with nothing to say
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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