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Peace Goes Into The Making Of A Poem As Flour Goes Into The Making Of Bread.
-Pablo Neruda
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Peace Goes Into The Making Of A
Pablo Neruda
Peace Goes Into The Making Of A Poem As Flour Goes Into The Making Of Bread.
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