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11 Nov 2006 00:00To
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I saw in my mind many shells on the beach,
One thousand one hundred and one pearls in each.
I give them to you for to have and to spend:
Rejoice, though confused in the Latin, O friend!
A myriad of days is a beautiful age
For one endlessly gentle and endlessly sage.
Ура!
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Date: 16 Nov 2006 21:28 (UTC)Как приятно :)
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