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Слушать(AI)But Not Forgotten
I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker (née Rothschild; August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967) was an American poet, writer, critic, and satirist based in New York; she was be
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