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Слушать(AI)Lovely And Lifelike
A face at the end of the dayA cradle in day’s dead leavesA bouquet of naked
Every ray of sun
Every fount of founts in the depths of the
Every mirror of mirrors brokenA face in the scales of silenceA pebble among other
For the leaves last glimmers of dayA face like all the forgotten faces.
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
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