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Слушать(AI)The Emperor
He is on the throne.
His voice is as loud as the thunderstorm.
He rules his country
And keeps people happy.
His face is dignified but a little tired,
He knows thousands of laws and rules
And still follows his inner voice.
His palace
Is made of marble and precious stones
And each guest is valuable for him.
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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You stand on the ground And you keep pouring water Into a huge jug. You talk to yourself in your sleep.
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