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There was a young lady of wight. Who traveled much faster than light. She departed one day in a relative way and arrived on the previous night Stephen Hawking
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It’s always Europe, A place I’ve been looking to visit. Until the day you came and told me the beauty of the great city that never sleeps called New York.
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Last night I dreamed about you in my sleep. It wasn’t a pleasant situation, but I can tell it’s the best condition of our relationship as it used to be. Never I imagined missing you like this before. You, my dear friends, who I no longer talk to. You, who let me go, and I…
