Bruegel; The Harvestersif you listened carefully
you might hear the beating of wings;
figures crouched low in wait --
the corn fields all silent,
and endless foxfires ceasing
in the cold country of this wild, wild night.
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How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear
The answer is blowing in the wind
"the answer, my friend, is pissin' in the wind"
sayang, while i was in paris i tried to call you, but no one answered.
tu me manque...
hui hui, quick come back, i miss you already
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