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Слушать(AI)The Barrier
I must not gaze at them although Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go Your sun-illumined way;
I hear but I must never heed The fascinating note,
Which, fluting like a river reed, Comes from your trembing throat;
I must not see upon your face Love's softly glowing spark;
For there's the barrier of race, You're fair and I am dark.
Claude McKay
Festus Claudius "Claude" McKay (September 15, 1889[1] – May 22, 1948) was a Jamaican writer and poet, and was a central figure in the Harlem Ren
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