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Слушать(AI)Of That So Sweet Imprisonment
Of that so sweet
My soul, dearest, is fain — -Soft arms that woo me to
And woo me to detain.
Ah, could they ever hold me
Gladly were I a prisoner!
Dearest, through interwoven
By love made tremulous,
That night allures me where
Nowise may trouble us;
But sleep to dreamier sleep be
Where soul with soul lies prisoned.
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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