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Слушать(AI)The Ancient Elf
I am the maker,
The builder, the breaker,
The eagle-winged helper,
The speedy forsaker!
The lance and the lyre,
The water, the fire,
The tooth of oppression,
The lip of desire!
The snare and the wing,
They honey, the sting!
When you seek for
For a different thing!
I, careless and gay,
Never mean what I say,
For my thoughts and my
Look the opposite way!
James Stephens
James Stephens (9 February 1880[1] – 26 December 1950) was an Irish novelist and poet.
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