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Слушать(AI)Composure
(The speaker addresses himself)Lighten up, you bitch, stop being so bitter.
You lobbied for night.
It falls.
Right here.
The air, a haziness, wimples the town.
Peace for some, for the others the jitters.
With cranked-up hope, the plodding herd, most of us,sapped silly by desire, that ruthlessness,we bend in the traces and ask mortgage on remorse.
Dear, dear, glum thing, let's hold hands.
Come 'ere.
Let's get away.
Look up.
There the gone years slouchin second-hand robes on the balcony of the sky—over the abyss Regret breaks water, smirking.
The dead sun's gonna pass out under the bridge.
And like a mummy's long bandage, off to the west,listen, sweets, listen, the double-soft dark is coming on.
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Pierre Baudelaire (9 April 1821 – 31 August 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and one o
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