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llivejoThe sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
(...)
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
(...)
Удивительно, но мое лекарство от плохого настроения - мрачнейшая гилморовская Sorrow. Послушаю - и снова хочется жить!
