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Поэзия как укол магнэзии
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He’s like a diamond. He’s cold and hard and rich. And he cares about being that way. Formidable. Like a great tree in the forest. A very old, strong tree. It’s not going anywhere. But it’s very much alive. It’s not a stone.
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