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Слушать(AI)In Memoriam
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts,
Have gathered them and will do never again.
Edward Thomas
Philip Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917) was a British poet, essayist, and novelist. He is considered a war poet, although few of his
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