On such wet-snowy night
my tongue will dream of Thy tide?
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Men cut down trees and sell them,
but time will chop men down
and no tree will buy them.
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
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Mistletoe, oh, mistletoe, let Our toes to flow in mist! No chiedere la Nature delle cose, ma Te stesso. -
What good are things your price can tell me, Herr von Mises? il gatto raro ... -
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Clear your mind of sleep as if you were cleaning a cap of boiled rice.. How many uncles are liars and thieves?
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