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Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.
-Pablo Neruda
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Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands.
Pablo Neruda
Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.
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