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Слушать(AI)How Heavy The Days
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved,
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart
Love can die.
Translated by James Wright
Hermann Hesse
Ге́рман Ге́ссе (нем. Hermann Hesse; 2 июля 1877, Кальв, Германская империя — 9 августа 1962, Монтаньола, Швейцария) — немецкий писатель и художн
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