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    Joist of tragedy, tis Pity S;Deep in a dump Jo/it.quot; (Choice Drollery, 1656.)

    Joagecoacine (1946); S;My name is Joerns.quot; (John Ford, Andrew Sinclair, New York 1979.)

    t, icks nailed togeto make a cross because time, yet, to carve a stone.

    Did s anguis killed algia for t beo tiness? Neit vast sky, t he bedrock of an ocean in which she drowned.

    Sold ;Look after your sister.quot; tle;   to build. Deatence of tche girl was younger.

    t careless sky upon , and time t a rock: quot;Beloved ; beneat top  for his own name.

    America begins and ends in tude. Up ic sno in ters of tlantic, ually restless albatross. America, orso of a  time of tory, a , a  laced so tig snapped in t a belt of er tcher and your cold head, your cold head.

    Its central paradox resides in t top  knotom inent, you kno once t teamericanos, or I  speak of t silences tinents multitude of tongues.

    Blond ctle girl in ging. In t call them Johnny and Annie-Belle.

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    Silence and space and an unimaginable freedom w imagine.

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