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O Superman O Superman. O judge. Hi. I'm not home right now. Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Well, you don't know me, but I know you. Here come the planes. And I said: OK. Who is this really? Here come the planes. And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. 'Cause when love is gone, So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. |
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クリント・イーストウッド ヒラリー・スワンク William Butler Yeats. 1865– While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, |
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