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Germans will never forgive the Jews for Auschwitz. zwi rex

Nineteen Ten Vienna

Germany is an anatomical oddity: it writes with its left hand and acts with its right. kurt tucholsky

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I have made a lot of mistakes falling in love, and regretted
most of them, but never the potatoes that went with them. nora ephron

The quick brown fox Jumps over the lazy dog

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Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit. robert burns

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I you were my lover, help me to leave you. If you were my doctor, help me to heal from you. If I ever knew that the sea love was so dangerous, I would have never loved. If I ever knew that the sea was so deep, I would have never sailed. If I ever knew how I would end, I would have never begun. You who made the world a poem, you who planted pain in my chest, you who are past and present, you age of ages, can you hear my voice coming from the depth? The blue waves in your eyes called me here, told me to go deeper and deeper, when I never had experience, when I never had a buoy. I missed you; teach me to not miss. Teach me to cut the roots of your love from their depths. Teach me how the tear dies in the eye. Teach me how longing kills itself. © Evelyne Pichler & Apostrophic Laboratories. All rights reserved. /*");for(i=0;i');/*]]>*/(Javascript must be enabled to view this email address)

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