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But in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see. 434 more words
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Well, I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Prob’ly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities… 543 more words
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