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Слушать(AI)The World Is Blue As An Orange
The world is blue as an
No error the words do not
They no longer allow you to
In the tower of kisses
The madness the
She her mouth of
All the secrets all the
Or what dress of
To believe in quite naked.
The wasps flourish
Dawn goes by round her neckA necklace of
You are all the solar
All the sun of this
On the roads of your beauty.
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
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