Conrad Potter Aiken (Конрад Поттер Эйкен)

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It is now two hours since I left you,
And the perfume of your hands is still on my hands.
And though since then
I have looked at the stars, walked in the cold blue streets,
And heard the dead leaves blowing over the ground
Under the trees,
I still remember the sound of your laughter.
How will it be, lady, when there is none left to remember you
Even as long as this?
Will the dust braid your hair?

1. Nocturne of Remembered Spring
2. Red Is the Color of Blood, and I Will Seek It
3. Blues for Ruby Matrix
4. Любой вещице... • All Lovely Things
5. When You Are Not Surprised

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