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She takes away my strength . I did not know the dead could have such hair . Hide them . They look like children fast asleep ! ( The bodies are reverently covered over . ) E. R. Peacock . I. THE girl looked up at the sky petulantly .
She takes away my strength . I did not know the dead could have such hair . Hide them . They look like children fast asleep ! ( The bodies are reverently covered over . ) E. R. Peacock . I. THE girl looked up at the sky petulantly .
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| Наслов | The Canadian Magazine, Том 15 |
| Уредници | J. Gordon Mowat, John Alexander Cooper, Newton MacTavish |
| Издавач | Ontario Publishing Company, Limited, 1900 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 28 сеп 2007 |
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