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Четырнадцатый День Лета
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Автор о себеЧетырнадцатый День ЛетаAnd the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the door; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! "Ворон", Эдгар Алан По
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