What I have sown, that I must [?]eap; From ground where seed o[?] tares is cast I cannot gather wheat at last: In vain to plead—in vain to weep. ...
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Advertising : 450 words"My mother is dead, and it was on my breast she drew her last sigh, in my ears she breathed her last word, yet I cannot feel unhappy, cannot realize that I have lost anything. For in that hour I heard ...
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