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Гейр Норд
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Автор о себеГейр НордThe wind is old and still at play
While I must hurry upon my way, For I am running to Paradise; Yet never have I lit on a friend To take my fancy like the wind That nobody can buy or bind: And there the king is but as the beggar. W.B.Yeats
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