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Слушать(AI)This Evening Also
more fully,since snow fell even on thissun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,blossoms the ice in those basketsyou carry into town.sandyou demand in return,for the lastrose back at homethis evening also wants to be fedout of the trickling hour.
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Paul Celan
Paul Celan (/ˈsɛlæn/;[1] German: [ˈtseːlaːn]; 23 November 1920 – c. 20 April 1970) was a Romanian-born German-language poet and translator. He w
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