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Слушать(AI)The Way Of The Wind
The wind's way in the deep sky's
None may measure, as none can
How the heart in her shows the swallow The wind's way.
Hope nor fear can avail to
Waves that whiten on wrecks that wallow,
Times and seasons that wane and slay.
Life and love, till the strong night
Thought and hope and the red last ray,
Swim the waters of years that follow The wind's way.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Algernon Charles Swinburne (5 April 1837 – 10 April 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He wrote several novels and col
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