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Слушать(AI)The Bungler
You glow in my
Like the flames of uncontrolled candles.
But when I go to warm my hands,
My clumsiness overturns the light,and then I
Against the tables and chairs.
Amy Lowell
Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school, which was promoting a return to classical valu
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