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Слушать(AI)I Cannot Be Known
I cannot be
Better than you know me Your eyes in which we
We
Have made for my man's gleamA better fate than for the common nights Your eyes in which I
Have given to signs along the roadsA meaning alien to the earth In your eyes who reveal to
Our endless solitude Are no longer what they thought themselves to be You cannot be
Better than I know you.
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
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