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Слушать(AI)My Heart Goes Out
My heart goes out to my Creator in
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy.
All living creatures come to quiet
For him to eat up their
And give them nothing, which is what they want
When they are living they do not think so.
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971), was an English poet and novelist. She was awarded the Cholmon
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