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Слушать(AI)In the Dark Pine-Wood
In the dark pine-wood I would we lay,
In deep cool shadow At noon of day.
How sweet to lie there,
Sweet to kiss,
Where the great pine-forest Enaisled is!
Thy kiss descending Sweeter were With a soft tumult Of thy hair.
O unto the pine-wood At noon of day Come with me now,
Sweet love, away.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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