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Слушать(AI)We Have Created The Night
We have created the night I hold your hand I watchI sustain you with all my powersI engrave in rock the star of your
Deep furrows where your body’s goodness fruitsI recall your hidden voice your public voiceI smile still at the proud
You treat like a
The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe
And in my head which gently blends with yours with the nightI wonder at the stranger you becomeA stranger resembling you resembling everything I
One that is always new.
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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