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You say the words of love not often pass my lips but all the words I would amass over my life can't possibly convey your beauty. As before the love holds sway оver the words of tongue and pen. I try to find a flawless language whereby I could speak diamonds, moons, expanses, times about your loveliness, to pick up rhymes with your saliva's mead, to get a font out from the depth of hell by which I want so badly to write down those few words of my love I'll never say to you. * См. перевод в комментарии 1. |
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