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” He crossed his arms. ” Lucy commented, dismayed. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. I hate what I have to do to survive.
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