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Слушать(AI)Haiku Birds singing
Birds singing in the dark—Rainy dawn.
Jack Kerouac
Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac (/ˈkɛruæk/,[2] March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969), often known as Jack Kerouac, was an American novelist of French
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