#25
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Today
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Grumbled ripely eternal sniffed the when hello less much..
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#24
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Today
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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled..
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#23
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Today
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A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table..
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#22
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Today
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That he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine..
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#21
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Yesterday
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You've got to get enough sleep. Other travelling salesmen..
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#20
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Yesterday
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But who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me..
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#19
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Yesterday
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I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think..
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#18
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Yesterday
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Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung..
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#17
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2 days ago
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A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul..
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#16
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2 days ago
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Sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart..
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#15
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2 days ago
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I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot..
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#14
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2 days ago
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Which was created for the bliss of souls like mine..
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#13
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2 days ago
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I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite..
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#12
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Last week
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I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present..
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#11
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Last week
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When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me..
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#10
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Last week
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A few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw..
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#9
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Last week
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When I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks..
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#8
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Last week
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Insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty..
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#7
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Last week
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Who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal..
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#6
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Last week
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My friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven..
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#5
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Last week
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Seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form..
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#4
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Last week
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I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions..
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#3
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Last week
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the..
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#2
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Last week
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Countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind..
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#1
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Last week
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A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it..
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