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Слушать(AI)The Twilight Turns
The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.
Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands That wander as they list — - The twilight turns to darker blue With lights of amethyst.
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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