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Слушать(AI)O Sweetheart Hear You
O Sweetheart, hear you Your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail.
For he shall know then Friends be untrue And a little ashes Their words come to.
But one unto him Will softly move And softly woo him In ways of love.
His hand is under Her smooth round breast;
So he who has sorrow Shall have rest.
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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