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Слушать(AI)The Company Of Lovers
We meet and part now over all the world;we, the lost company,take hands together in the night, forgetthe night in our brief happiness, silently.
We, who sought many things, throw all awayfor this one thing, one only,remembering that in the narrow gravewe shall be lonely.
Death marshalls up his armies round us now.
Their footsteps crowd too near.
Lock your warm hand above the chilling heartand for a time I live without my fear.
Grope in the night to find me and embrace,for the dark preludes of the drums begin,and round us round the company of lovers,death draws his cordons in.
Judith Wright
Judith Arundell Wright (31 May 1915 – 25 June 2000) was an Australian poet, environmentalist and campaigner for Aboriginal land rights. She was
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