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Слушать(AI)For my Grandmother
This lovely flower fell to seed;
Work gently sun and rain;
She held it as her dying
That she would grow again.
Countee Cullen
Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, pa
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