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the tip of aggregate...hope for truth...still flickered in the deep snow of rhetoric...the coming storms would fan...the smoldering coals of war...or the flame for peace... |
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the tip of aggregate...hope for truth...still flickered in the deep snow of rhetoric...the coming storms would fan...the smoldering coals of war...or the flame for peace... |
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