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Слушать(AI)Sadness
The sun is ever full and bright,
The pale moon waneth night by night.
Why should this be?
My heart that once was full of
Is but a dying moon to-night.
But when I dream of thee apart,
I would the dawn might lift my heart,
O sun, to thee.translation unknown
Confucius Confucius
Confucius (/kənˈfjuːʃəs/ kən-FEW-shəs; Chinese: 孔夫子; pinyin: Kǒng Fūzǐ, "Master Kǒng"; 551–479 BC)[1][2] was a Chinese philosopher and politicia
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