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Lo que uno busca está siempre en el último cajón, o no está, y se encuentran cosas inesperadas.
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As winds come whispering lightly from the West, kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
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There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.