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Слушать(AI)He is more than a hero
He is more than a hero he is a god in my eyes— the man who is allowed to sit beside you — he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, the enticing laughter that makes my own heart beat fast.
If I meet you suddenly,
I can't speak — my tongue is broken; a thin flame runs under my skin; seeing nothing, hearing only my own ears drumming,
I drip with sweat; trembling shakes my body and I turn paler than dry grass.
At such times death isn't far from me.
Sappho Sappho
Sappho (c. 630 – c. 570 BCE) was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos.[a] Sappho is known for her lyric poetry, written to be sung wh
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