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Слушать(AI)Whorish Other-When
Whorish other-when.
And Eternityblood-black en-babelled.
Mud-drownedwith your loamy Locksmy Faith.
Two Fingers, hand-far,row towards a
Vow.
Paul Celan
Paul Celan (/ˈsɛlæn/;[1] German: [ˈtseːlaːn]; 23 November 1920 – c. 20 April 1970) was a Romanian-born German-language poet and translator. He w
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