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THE WAY OF THE WORLD – Ella Wheeler Wilcox Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone ; For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth, It has troubles enough of its own. Sing, … Continue reading
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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling … Continue reading
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Глеб Александрович Глинка
Бумажный Змей Когда душа вскипит, как чайник, Открыто, не исподтишка, Приладь к идее хвост мочальный И запускай под облака. Удача или неудача – Не важно; истина проста: В искусстве ничего не значит Сама идея, без хвоста.
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