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Слушать(AI)On The Wedding Of The Aeronaut
Aeronaut, you're fairly caught,
Despite your bubble's leaven:
Out of the skies a lady's eyes Have brought you down to Heaven!
No more, no more you'll freely
Above the grass and gravel:
Henceforth you'll walk—and she will
The line that you're to travel!
Ambrose Bierce
Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce (June 24, 1842– circa 1914) was an American short story writer, journalist, poet, and Civil War veteran. His book The De
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