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Слушать(AI)In September
The sky is silver-grey; the long Slow waves caress the shore.—On such a day as this I have been glad, Who shall be glad no more.
Amy Levy
Amy Judith Levy (10 November 1861 – 10 September 1889) was a British essayist, poet, and novelist best remembered for her literary gifts; her ex
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