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Слушать(AI)Lean Out of the Window
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing A merry air.
My book was closed,
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance On the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing Through the gloom.
Singing and singing A merry air,
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.
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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