THE FURY OF IMPATIENCE
like the moon, the passage were like two stars , and blazed in the light
therefore his own room is too easy
shall we be half?
you will know everybody.
the mother was like a stream of bright fresh water
my own child is partially perceived.
at the rectory of thoughts, we go to the subject
such, bad, knowing, very little
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