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Слушать(AI)Your Eyes Go Sad
Your eyes go sad.
You're
Listening to what I say.
They doze, dream, fade out.
Not listening.
I talk away.
I tell what I've told, out of
Sadness, so often before…I think you never listened,
So you're away you are.
All of a sudden, an
Stare, you look at me,
Immeasurably distant,
You begin a smile.
I go on talking.
Go on listening - your
Thoughts you listen to,
The smile as good as gone,
Until, through the
Afternoon's waste of while,
The silence
Of your useless smile.
Fernando Pessoa
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher and phi
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