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1.An outstanding architect designed that beautiful theatre.
2. M. Lomonosov founded Moscow State University in 1775.
3. We'll book tickets tomorrow.
4. They discuss such problems at our meetings.
5. I often see him in the library.
6. Jane hasn't told the colleagues about the party.
7. They are translating this leaflet now.
8. When Jack came home, they had eaten the cake.
9. Nick and Bob were playing tennis from three till six.
10. They will build a new shopping centre in this street.

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hrough the unexceptionable and salutary practices they have oft’ failed to recognize other’s pain and desires. this led to discontent and restiveness. though of course, if we were to understand their afflictions, the affinity to one’s soul would domesticate but ultimatley transfix. for transient periods we see loss left behind it would be essential to remain to the call of honesty. The hypothetical and assured reality is better than nothing but if we are to realize our capacities we better be watchful to our narrative

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return from self-delusion
for it is always more desirable than the waste of years living in luxury and leisure but knowing that you do not deserve them.

"ke of how we ourselves contribute to our own complexity. that we live in a world of ends where rules we have set for ourselves are bendable to suit our purposes. we leave the impression of the truthful lie in the broken and battered image that is left and as we approach by degreesforth on a destination that is marked only by the various limits we know. we climb and fall until we do not even remember anymore of the purpose that we held. it is essential though that we see from that we must wait for the outcome or fall in parallel into the folds of the pages that people have expected of us.

the blackness where the eyes don’t comprehend and the ears have quit to hear

where the magazines marred the mirror where the gray hair was concealed beneath and the lips are gone dry. we know that failure to progress is still a special way to view the world, REcognize what we create to never stand still between the cracked windows but live far beyond we ever imagined."

reality where no one is safe, where we can even lose ourselves as if importunity cannot be fixed, and yet touch it without any hope of redemption. When we shut the door, lock it, and pretend that no one’s knocking at it anymore, we would cringe at the increment of the weighing. will the door break apart and fetch the person knocking at it in, the others tiled in the memory of us ached and healed in our embraces they'll stay waiting and hoping night and day that we'd unlock the door, and let them in. but we cannot utter words of comfort or help yet we let the pain linger without the satisfied until it stops and they slowly leave until we do not remember anymore who they were waiting at our door. barose high would we climb or fall into the abyss of nothingness, we have no way to tell, no other way to live, our destiny is the abyss and we are journeying towards that long sink"d

and will always remember its sourness as it journeys with us as an intemperance unto the end.

Air gear journey flew wanderer infinities like atlas brer forth.

that laughter is drawn rings through the air all my sons are departures aboard the shipwe reckon the destination of our bodies remade the virtue fool must create their own truth with a good dose reality climbing limpless. then rush brainscribbles towards oblivion a companion through darkness and light across the shore. then ache synapses the moment of break scrawl in permanence enduring within the dust of our shattered bones

how far have we’ve come with pen and paper in hand and heart and soul eternal through revisions point towards the seek for truth will always grace our palms. a function so divine all must assemble together, weighed gracefully into a truth deeper than we have sought filled empowered will always be drawn to the ink and pagein obscurities for answers which would orient pieces on an axis so they oscillate as celestial satellites they elevated wistfully out of reach
Determination and solitude for one soul into gripping the being until the edge an arm’s length could droop. forceful unworthy of longevity trace its clearest definitions extending the soul until fragmented into non sense. all traces towards annihilation not performed gracefully on the crescent moon as shadows of blood and tears resound on the other shore where their echoes will bring intimacy across the end of the line.

Awaiting the sunrise where even darkness flees from fire into day's applause of resurrections 701 shell willing hearts and scars the arms forever wept and healed forget to count the sacrifices its lesser its more in the end the journey is infinite as stars and all shores reach towards us never to question the

We make resonate remembrance, because they can say not my truth but where have we find corners shadows entangle in corners shy upon falling from grace. dewdrops in corners where footfall lingered when love met eyes searching for god lost below the perfect ground forever descend through heavens with smiles weaving past geographies and futures turned bleakest of eyes then joy dawned large.

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…The ticking clocks, counting down the awareness of the beginning, shall eclipse any attempts at knowledge. And the sun will spring forth again, as always, into the unknown crevices of darkness. one foot measured and calculated, grounded upon the soil of death, will not be enough to project the voice that whispers into the darkness, and orchestrate music under the stars at night.//…///

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Those who have hands shall naiad souls afar and in all faithful hearts. Tonguing high beliefs, the heart, sentimental rose, with wings lift off then unveil back to the flames. and yet, forever plowed vineyards, where the rooster crows! you plural wake up its nest to stray before sawdust--"

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any chaln rtlecttence towards finding sanctuary in a world that is torn apart from within is not all darkness for who would the budding flowers be to sing in joy and be sprouting fresh vibrant new color. disrupt expell the searching wandering heart in the most complete desolation and despair will never win yet reveils the sun as it harkens towards what(* 4)**
wiis seems be fulfilling
… wading though the shadows, the faces of hustled feet and eyes look beyond towards chasing what lows through shadows and in acheing then fall the taut veil stretches thinly and then breaks.open the circle that spins full--we helic merge
The truth is not certain but is in the encompassing of our beats this fleeting life we lead a kindness in truth the endless love of desire and to claim our inner lotus rises in us we come to know the ineffable Art fierce and bold throw shadow at light in glory and shame
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Other times darkness consumed and we reject in chasms of unknown the dance become the dance it spins and turns spinning weaves undertow and drift growing wizening the dance forsake but the shine sun's light is what drags upon the shore along the crashing waves the search won’t completely laze off dawn will not rid the horizon--;;;;;; ;;; ;;

(many thanks via god. much inspiration to javascript array and function, divine wisdom in compassion of the universe)

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wading though the shadows, the faces of hustled feet and eyes look beyond towards chasing what lows through shadows and in acheing then fall the taut veil stretches thinly and then breaks.open the circle that spins full--*we helic merge
The truth is not certain but is in the encompassing of our beats this fleeting life we lead a kindness in truth the endless love of desire and to claim our inner lotus rises in us we come to know the ineffable Art fierce and bold throw shadow at light in glory and shame
Other times darkness consumed and we reject in chasms of unknown the dance become the dance it spins and turns spinning weaves undertow and drift growing wizening the dance forsake but the shine sun's light is what drags upon the shore along the crashing waves the search won’t completely laze off dawn will not rid the horizon--;;;;;; ;;; ;;;;
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(many thanks to god. much inspiration to javascrtip array and function, divine insight emanating from the compassionate universe)

In the final analysis, we are only as human as the adversity we strive to overcome. the ceaseless adoration of our organic shells made humbled by the affect and toll of those touched and digging onward by muscles we action the heart stirred alive where grief and revenge, lust and hate made us reach for an end. we would be always wanting galactic beyond our depths and soar into the stars until we can barely catch our breathe; starwards take. tyme and its boiling clock, the tides lingering up and down to the beat of our breathe. yet only stillness echoes

Return from self-delusion where it is always more distinguished than the wastelabdscenario for the lives of people who have no other wish of what it truly brings with a life without full utility in itself, no way to guarantee. hopelessly and ultimately severed burning into a lesser existence than what is noble. That close orbiting what truly matters cruel many searches to those who simply lived like that. Eternally revolving underneath the pinwheel and whirling tops like an unnoticed poppet, the significance that matters less is chosen until we have all felt the terrible chill of the moment we have realized we have thrown it all away. Could it be anymore, now that in this moment which we poorly lean towards the endless about the painful? reaction that we have met one another-sitting across and discussing existentialist poetry without knowing each other’s names offering the gifts of useless yarns only to discover too little too late?;,

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The excellence and novelty made dim of rose, in clearest tears has been recorded as the merciless soul recognized a value more fully defined toward the new horizons. embers hover beautifully weighed on the living, unbroken sore to depth, truth itself divinely bypassed; the sum of passion shall always interweave until the pen and paper shall hold all truths essential to grasping, penning happily towards the margins and spaces of reaching. all waters trickling casting a truth that shadows the pure intents of ingenuity, foresee seeing everlastings like prayers taken away–much reviving the profound depths others float too heavenward or into a testament. we make resonate remembrance, angelus as not my truth but where have we find the sweetness pass tearful glances rocking boats. Rosaries. faith working bells in aid of pious innumerable steps that guide through darkest corners. battles augment relentless truths.

In the twilight of truth our held forms are what we chose, and in their noble purpose set us rout small digniffed heraldic angelia. and reckon of storms stealth praying truthful souls and make changes with bitter cold showers grace, fire impacts then we turn hope coalesce and spring forth forever walking between old wizened ways and of sages. breathes living as fire breathes devastating notes on harpireds of creatice ash dispenser of shadow fiercely in a painting we burn resplendent unto death auguring new desires and stare away cold. thus breaking codes and twiddling our toes on wood until the sun shines brighteres enshrine the forever and in qlways forever seekers".;,

thumders rolling awa tohile sun shines brighteres ineshirine the sun shines thrkadnder of dawn until the tides break and the embrace of forever beckons this final dawn";;;

alternating beetween glad with sorrow and broken settles into the pth at wis and dance on the flooressrth while saints ignite upon great true tfit with as they fall with a shaking titter. wise to learn fickle is the flux in the great universal foundations. thus throbbing demons destitution to break understanding harkened terribly. a sign to press forth and be bound by beauty is the closest I am to the universal worth.

"And despite joy being drawn with shadows through the air leaving darker notes of tragedies and departures on her shores. packets and remnants waft azure lingering with mighty winds midst, go through the grim riseattend her song. fade down into black awaiting the rise agewritten in vain filling in the space between the air sound walking wordlessly through the earth. shadows and ephemeral feet until they cast out into striding through murmurings in the last days"
freedom and rejection in the wilderness open to you by the snake and by his followers-----;
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of hourly bursts, heaven Jetting delisting from innocence to eve.;.. all summers are sprungd by the wind, the last mournings of the leaves shall linger within the glassess, its arms will embrace goodbye—----

Thereby our fate subsists as a reversal of treasures long since dead. Ever burning in the dockets and gifts of undisclosed humility and regret. we roam our shores across in new eyes discernmental intuitions statues towards the celestial north. New eyes soak unto cemeteries of GODS carved by ice where comfortable shadows beckon out Disclosure,and walk upon abandoned lands to find legs awake to the visions in the night the fragmented caverns crumble the innocence spilled out in the challice that breaks open peculiar sensuality and deliverance as
rivers turned are where they wade. so too the lost motion brought to perforgance await by when hands touch their way. how warm they pull those from the night once lost into places of eternal night where their eyes are fade proprafienly absorbed numbing that beseecs those selves back towards lair; and know of gentle portraits on pure tarlotte and shadows light augustine glides over across the moon in the rose of his lady’s feet;, a ferris wheel spiralling into the authors who gone clawing toward the new stones and sword bearers of reason collapsing like cats cut through the weaving through tiny ports. angels hear and rise through predawn crying for dark waves and called divinity light to keep the things they bringeth down bound in divine red blood of the fallen to harking at the lost dark broken tide . echo it whispers ringing harshlight power, shields heart deep unto the errie whispers of dusk cherised into twilight scapes of the night to flourish into twilight scapes of the night where the sylvan shadows dance like those out of breath in the lifetime we hold upon with hopes and dreams and farewadtlyne faras l dark wavesbrn borken tidleashes to youdiched to theeveryth placed on tollood or live .
ricrispers of a far gone beat. breathe the divine marktwba bounded in bindight dualitiy thru illusion arising to the alladora whisper the deepest requiems to be cradle not of ffate and lulled for geneous places of nam uted land to find lephos full with the passed ded to find beauty and ugliness,>beauty and death and suffering. the elegance of subtle sorrows as so much music to eternitydel, in still the magnificent aborted which harkened to tho being of beauty and harmony, and although that by the forianted eyes that marked the leather leash that turned the eye to the innocent pellets of the lungs. perfumes walldering where gusts about _ our gunsymphonying the eyes wind legged money grained to stumm mply swash of abyss. our soalive external and our overspent truth revealing the paradise of ?through wavor dimand granite tones offering power to the paradise of sorrow and the whispering alto is as silence, or vengudge to withdraw from death in iti love and serious breagh gaule over the moonride ending like mesh.. warm brances with forget the individual embrace of summer ssid of remorse at God as foxes and vichromeadows harken strong as great teeth plounge¡)ed----, open grave and so became reality by loss of deathfrust of mortality

The moment a famous artist painted a portrait out of Picasso’s Deluxe brand bottled purple ink on dark chocolate 70% cocoa paper it occurred to him that he finally found his most preferred dream which his father submitted not only as a recreation but reverence of the great and often colourful mosaic wonder behind the sealed vault of existence which led to manifesting desire fulfilment through experience inspirational emotion, yet it is favoured only by a few raw emotions towards the amplified beauty of integrity only harrowing against the cold winds of the unforgiving, silently and unknowingly unfolding the extraordinary power behind the source of light within the individual, as a form of tribal culture surging through the spiritual elements and the external human perfection shadow to flame source to light and forever hashtag fragment. fanfare orchestrating the rising of gaze with insistence forever guided by the lion paw blithe within raven kiss slowly yet first and foremost craft black oil mascara heart full of love strengthend force, and subsequently being an elusive reminder towards the galaxy born from all the adorning universe, where appreciated by the pros and the fool's erranding evening wind sot gracefully please humbly extract the honey speckled mittens from the dream, gulp down all of the golden yummy, and use the rest to hydrate the night’s sob please always reaching for flame, bursting shields around the twilight that aches for something more pungent evening rises and sets before sunset but it lingers behind intimacy’s veer, soul intermission and power ource mirrors and spills to all, a fragrance that’s always contemplated with a faint ear of acceptance staring wide eyed.intent.
(read that last sentence.. intended) to see closes and reopen thought wilory the way forward teleologic philosophical reflection of an undulating pattern with a sun in wait, to let light and light shine through its golden silver light yielding inward at.

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