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If History Were To Write Itself

if history were to write itself its big feet it would not pen the big mouth it would seal its dim eyes it would brighten and the relatives all millionaires the parents angels and saints homestead golden and marble clumsy hand ever to hide with its heart restless surely everything could be perfect with nothing not admirable

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