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Слушать(AI)The Little Park Planted
The little park planted in memory of a boywho fell in the war begins to resemble himas he was twenty eight years ago.
Year by year they look more alike.
His old parents come almost dailyto sit on a benchand look at him.
And every night the memory in the gardenhums like a little motor.
During the day you can't hear it.
Yehuda Amichai
Yehuda Amichai (3 May 1924 – 22 September 2000) was an Israeli poet. Amichai is considered, both in Israel and internationally, as Israel's grea
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