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Слушать(AI)The Immediate Life
What’s become of you why this white hair and
Why this forehead these eyes rent apart
The great misunderstanding of the marriage of
Solitude chases me with its rancour.
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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