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Слушать(AI)The Silent Lover I
NS are liken'd best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
They that are rich in words, in words discover That they are poor in that which makes a lover.
Sir Walter Raleigh
Sir Walter Raleigh (c. 1552 (or 1554) – 29 October 1618), also spelled Ralegh, was an English landed gentleman, writer, poet, soldier, politicia
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