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read below: Had it not been vague appetence - Pushkin

Had it not been vague appetence
Something weary soul,
I stayed here b - Enjoyment
Eat in the quiet of the unknown:
I forgot to wish everyone a thrill,
Dream used a world named -
And all would have listened to the babble,
All used the legs to kiss ...

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