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Слушать(AI)I Said It To You
I said it to you for the cloudsI said it to you for the tree of the
For each wave for the birds in the
For the pebbles of
For familiar
For the eye that becomes landscape or
And sleep returns it the heaven of its
For all that night
For the network of
For the open window for a bare foreheadI said it to you for your thoughts for your
Every caress every trust survives.
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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