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| no, non ci abbandona... fa sempre così... scrive sul livejournal quando le capita, quando ha voglia, quando ha tempo... 
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They say that the great cathedrals of Britain were built so that the most cynical of men could take but one glance and believe in the almighty power of God. I just have to look at that shoebox, and I believe. In those days, the dozens of adventures, and most of all, us... I still believe.
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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
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