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Tue May 5 19:46:52 2009 (the sprinkled streets)

May 5, 2009

Meanwhile, the
symbol of
his soul was dry, judging
from his saddle. But
for two days, in a man
well known, some
one might hide
herself in the
grass. I shall be
seen to fall and
the sprinkled streets, the boy
in everything.

Statistically Analyzed Texts:
T.S. Eliot, Poems
Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, Taras Bulba and Other Tales

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