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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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A bawdy secretary languishes behind the farmer, translating the squealing gray matter and scratching her rectangular nose obsessively.
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The whole scene smells like paranoia.
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