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Слушать(AI)I Remember
It was my bridal night I remember,
An old man of seventy-threeI lay with my young bride in my arms,
A girl with t.b.
It was wartime, and
The Germans were making a particularly heavy raid on Hampstead.
Harry, do they ever collide?
I do not think it has ever happened,
Oh my bride, my bride.
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971), was an English poet and novelist. She was awarded the Cholmon
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