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Today |
Grumbled ripely eternal sniffed the when hello less much..
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#24 |
Today |
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled..
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#23 |
Today |
A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table..
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#22 |
Today |
That he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine..
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#21 |
Yesterday |
You've got to get enough sleep. Other travelling salesmen..
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#20 |
Yesterday |
But who knows, maybe that would be the best thing for me..
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#19 |
Yesterday |
I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what i think..
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#18 |
Yesterday |
Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung..
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#17 |
2 days ago |
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul..
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#16 |
2 days ago |
Sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart..
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#15 |
2 days ago |
I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot..
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#14 |
2 days ago |
Which was created for the bliss of souls like mine..
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#13 |
2 days ago |
I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite..
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#12 |
Last week |
I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present..
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#11 |
Last week |
When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me..
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#10 |
Last week |
A few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw..
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#9 |
Last week |
When I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks..
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#8 |
Last week |
Insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty..
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#7 |
Last week |
Who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal..
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#6 |
Last week |
My friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven..
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#5 |
Last week |
Seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form..
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#4 |
Last week |
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions..
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#3 |
Last week |
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the..
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#2 |
Last week |
Countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind..
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#1 |
Last week |
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it..
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