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The sound of the street <
I have the pen in my hand ,and I don 't know how to say or feel ashamed of myself or likemyself, or of the honour of his own with hischildish world! To put aside her eyes , or go on! a lump in his throat I'll tell you , or the smile on his face.
His eyes are as black as night, his face is as innocent as a newborn baby, his heart is as wide as the sea, and his will is as wide as the galaxy.
His gaze is on the futility of a mother's gaze from extreme fatigue, his hands are roughly the hands of a father from a lot of work, and his...
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