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Слушать(AI)Improvisations Light And Snow 05
When I was a boy, and saw bright rows of
In many lengths along a wallI was dissappointed to
That I could not play music upon them:
I ran my hand lightly across
And they fell, tinkling.
I tell you this, young man, so that your expectations of
Will not be too great.
Conrad Potter Aiken
Conrad Potter Aiken (August 5, 1889 – August 17, 1973) was an American writer and poet, honored with a Pulitzer Prize, a National Book Award, an
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