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Слушать(AI)Rhyme Against Living
If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide;
If cool my heart and high my head, I think, "How lucky are the dead!"
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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