這個是Walker 為 LibreWalks.org 所做的錄音2008年3月點綱順 李清兆酒吧抽籤 喜來容靜千千手老龍花手 薄寒輕衣頭見客入來 物產金差料禍收走 以門揮手 強拔清揮手完畢 所有 LibreWalks 的錄音 都是公眾所有的這個是Walker 為 LibreWalks.org 所做的錄音2008年3月點綱順 李之儀我住長江頭 君住長江尾一日絲君不見君 共飲長江水此水幾時休 此恨何時已只願君心似我心 定不負相思已完畢 所有 LibreWalks 的錄音 都是公眾所有的在2008年3月點綱順 李之儀為 LibreWalks.org 所做的錄音2008年3月點綱順 李之儀我住長江水 以門揮手 強拔清揮手一日絲君不見君 共飲長江水一日絲君不見君 共飲長江水我住長江水 以門揮手 強拔清揮手一日絲君不見君 共飲長江水我住長江水 以門揮手 強拔清揮手一日絲君不見君 共飲長江水晚安 李之儀在 LibreWalks.org 所做的錄音現在在一片藍色的雙方看到一片藍色的雙方看到一片藍色的雙方在一片藍色的雙方在一片藍色的雙方 See Jein日本王在一片藍色的雙方我在一片藍色的雙方在一片藍色的雙方在一片藍色的雙方end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa, in Belgium, in April 2008.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa, in Belgium, in April 2008.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa, in Belgium, in April 2008.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa, in Belgium, in April 2008.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa, in Belgium, in April 2008.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Aldor.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa, in Belgium, in April 2008.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa, in Belgium, in April 2008.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Mary Rody.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa, in Belgium, in April 2008.Kärpänen by 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Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Friedrich Schiller, read and finish for liverbox.org by Herr GlugbeisserKärpänen by Friedrich Schiller, read and finish for liverbox.Kärpänen by Friedrich Schiller, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Friedrich Schiller, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.Kärpänen by Pawo Kajander, read and finish for liverbox.org by Eswa.3年前已經不知所謂過了這些年還是重多 來個為為什麼人家最喜歡他我住中他個傢伙之中的情節 在旁邊會見到在不同動 dependent 我路上難免總是接不得下我自己在駡30公里 cut Later companions 跪斷了我的影真的是勝負不似我但他對此的淚和悲傷是不知何的這種傻子的那種悲傷,他會走那條路在那裡,在那裡,在那裡,在那裡,不知何的和不知如何的結論完結這本書在公共文化中《Golst Wtuczech》 by Alexander BlokRed and Russian for LibriVox or Work by NoondayWe fought with the wind and the wind in the clouds, in the darkness, with difficulty, we separated the path.And here, as a messenger growing up, the angelic voice hit the crowd.Magnificent zigzag, stone cooler.A gentle profile, our eyes burst.And in a clear explosion, a frightened sigh,a cheerful song sang out the thunder.Poor people, tired people, wake up,and find out that the joy is near,where the seas are breaking down the wonders.There the light of the lighthouse is heading there.He is looking, he is looking for a cheerful discovery.And the thunderous rays are stirring the clouds.And from hour to hour waiting for the arrivalbig ships from a faraway country.Look how the rays of light are spreading,how joy is running out of boiling foam,how the sea is melting,you will hear somewhere in the night,the call of siren.It seemed that the clothes were worn out from above,the hand was trembling,and we woke up from the glint of hope.We knew the unexpected joy of the beach,and there the horizon was woken up from the abyss,as if it were dusting in the distance of the city.And to the port all night long,like a boar's bird,the train's whistle was blowing.The ocean was shaking,and the foam was melting,the sea was shaking with the waves of the waves.The sea was shaking,and the siren was blowing.There was a storm,the waves of the waves reached.End of poem.This recording is in a public domain.Zolotoy by Osip Mendeshtam.Red in Russian for LibriVox.org by Noonday. целый день сырой осени воздух. Я вдыхал в смете ни доске. Я хочу поужинать из звезды. Золотые в темном кошельке и дрожат желтого тумана. Я спустился в маленький подвал. Я нигде такого ресторана и такого сброда не видал. Мелкие чиновники японцы, теоретики чужой казны. За прилавком щупые червонцы, человек, и все они пьяны. Будьте так любезны, разменяйте, убедительно его прошу. Только мне бумажек не давайте. Трех рублевок я не выношу. Что мне делать с пьяной уаравой? Как попал сюда я боже мой? Если я на той имею право, разменяйте мне мой золотой. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Рима 12. Байадорфо Gustavo Becke. Reading Spanish for LibriVox.org. Bye, chelo. Porque son niña tus ojos verdes como el mar. Te quejas. Verdes los tienen las náyades. Verdes los tubo minerva. Y verdes son las pupilas de la suris del profeta. El verdes gala y ornato del bosque en la primavera. Entre sus siete colores brillante lis los tenta. Las esmeraldas son verdes, verde el color del que espera. Y las ondas del océano y el laurel de los poetas. Es tu mejilla temprana rosa de escarcha cubierta en que el karmín de los pétalos se vea al traves de las perlas. Y sin embargo, sé que te quejas porque tus ojos crees que la fean. Pues no lo creas. Que parecen sus pupilas, húmedas, verdes e inquietas tempranas hojas de almendro que al soplo del aire tiemblan. Es tu boca de rubis purpura granada abierta que en el estío convida a apagar la sed con ella. Y sin embargo, sé que te quejas porque tus ojos crees que la fean. Pues no lo creas. Que parecen si enojada tus pupilas se entellean las olas del mar que rompen en las cantábricas peñas. Es tu frente que corona crees foloro en ancha trenza, nevada cumbre en que el día supostrera luz refleja. Y sin embargo, sé que te quejas porque tus ojos crees que la fean. Pues no lo creas. Noches de esmeralda y oro que un blanco armiño sujeta. Porque son niña tus ojos verdes como el mar te quejas. Quizás si negros o azules se tornasen los intieras.End of poemThis recording is the public domain.Rima 28 by Adolfo Gustavo BeckerBretting Spanish for LibriVox.org by cello cuando entre la sombra oscura perdido una voz murmura turbando su triste calma si en el fondo de mi alma la oigo dulce resonar dime es que el viento en sus giros se queja o que tus suspiros me hablan de amor al pasar cuando el sol en mi ventana rojo brilla la mañana y mi amor tu sombra evoca si en mi boca de otra boca sentir creo la impresión dime si ciego delirio o que un beso en un suspiro me envía tu corazón y en el luminoso día y en la alta noche sombría si en todo cuanto rodea la alma que te desea te creo sentir y ver dime es que toco y respiro soñando o que en un suspiro me das tu aliento a beberEnd of poemThis recording is the public domain.of Carl AugustTavats Tjönales de svenska dör Libri Vox punk org a Cecilia solen i luften surface mella sky som har regn at beboda os id westen tillieklit kri at mot afton en råda Morgan brisen i unga år fjörde ut me i poffjärdenBrisen sopade festet klart, båten lutade över, och så fick jag tillräcklig fart för en vacker manöver.Kom och följ om du så har lust, följ mig ut över fjärden, stå med brisen min egen dust, ses om jag upp på värden.Tjocknar molnet framför oss mer, blir ei leken så stilla, skummet glitrar, där solen ler, båten står sig ei illa. En är solen fullkomligt skymd, en ger glans den åt färden, och framför oss en svartblå rymd, livet, friheten, värden, slut på de...