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Слушать(AI)Ione Dead the Long Year
Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over with heavy heads.
They bend in vain.
Empty are the ways of this land Where Ione Walked once, and now does not walk But seems like a person just gone.
Ezra Pound
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an expatriate American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist p
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