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Oh, how she calls to me! My native land, land of highlanders, and epics of bygone eras Take me back to those accursed mountains, and those flatlands where the farmers do produce their yield.
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Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 6:46 PM UTC
Arbëria
Oh, how she calls to me! My native land, land of highlanders, and epics of bygone eras Take me back to those accursed mountains, and those flatlands where the farmers do produce their yield.
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18/M/England
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 6:46 PM UTC
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