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Слушать(AI)Knock On The Door
Knock on the door, and you shall have an answer! Open the heavy walls to set me free, And blow a horn to call me into the sunlight, And startled then what a strange thing you shall see! Nuns, murderers, and drunkards, saints and sinners, Lover and dancing girl and sage and clown Will laugh upon you, and you will find me nowhere… I am a room, a house, a street, a town.
Conrad Potter Aiken
Conrad Potter Aiken (August 5, 1889 – August 17, 1973) was an American writer and poet, honored with a Pulitzer Prize, a National Book Award, an
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