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Слушать(AI)Rain Has Fallen All the Day
Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way Of memories.
Staying a little by the way Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my beloved, where I may Speak to your heart.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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