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Слушать(AI)Improvisations Light and Snow 01
The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows.
How inadequate they are to tell how her heart feels!
When she has finished them several times She thrums the strings aimlessly with her finger-nails And smiles, and thinks happily of many things.
Conrad Potter Aiken
Conrad Potter Aiken (August 5, 1889 – August 17, 1973) was an American writer and poet, honored with a Pulitzer Prize, a National Book Award, an
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