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Слушать(AI)I Can Still See You
I can still see you: an Echo,to be touched with Feeler-Words, on the Parting-Ridge.
Your face softly shies away,when all at once there islamp-like brightnessin me, at the Point,where most painfully one says Never.
Paul Celan
Paul Celan (/ˈsɛlæn/;[1] German: [ˈtseːlaːn]; 23 November 1920 – c. 20 April 1970) was a Romanian-born German-language poet and translator. He w
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