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The place is a living rebirth,
And all death is only temporary.
For soon in the land, the soil,
For soon in
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My father was a writer and a great man, and his father was a writer,
as was the one before him, and he was a great writer, too.
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Patti, wish I'd the balls to make it
with you ... but all I can ever do
is draw
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