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When I have grown old, And my time has come to an end, I will leave this place.   When my job is done, I will spread my wings and fly, Fly far, far away.
The day they said the world was to end and so the day the world waited for with fears   but no signs of it all and the day's work went as usual and on schedule and some as late as usual  
He on the seventeenth Of the fifth month Heard a noise He sneaked He saw. An illusion it would Have been thought she He hid as if he ignored She walked passing through  
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