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How Are We To Write The Russian Novel In America As Long As Life Goes So Unterribly?

One Could Do Worse Than Be A Swinger Of Birches.

One Luminary Clock Against The Sky Proclaimed The Time Was Neither Wrong Nor Right.

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?

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