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When you're travelling... From the mansions of money, Farthest from stings In the sweet combs of honey; To the beauties of arts, Imagining immense; Through the magics of science, Researches commence; Till the darkness breaks free, As the light of reality; Seeing a world full of rough, The Earth seems round enough !
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
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When you're travelling... From the mansions of money, Farthest from stings In the sweet combs of honey; To the beauties of arts, Imagining immense; Through the magics of science, Researches commence; Till the darkness breaks free, As the light of reality; Seeing a world full of rough, The Earth seems round enough !
MrMystery
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
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