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Слушать(AI)This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart
This heart that flutters near my heart My hope and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart And happy between kiss and kiss:
My hope and all my riches — - yes! — - And all my happiness.
For there, as in some mossy nest The wrens will divers treasures keep,
I laid those treasures I possessed Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.
Shall we not be as wise as they Though love live but a day?
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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