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Слушать(AI)Oil And Blood
IN tombs of gold and lapis
Bodies of holy men and women
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats[a] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar
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