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12.01.2007

From Lavengro, George Burrow

There's night and day, brother,
both sweet things; sun, moon, and
stars, brother, all sweet things; there's
likewise a wind on the heath. Life is
very sweet, brother; who would wish
to die?
by Jonathan à 12:37 AM

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