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She wanted to tell you a dream but you wouldn’t let her. “We can marry when you’re 80. Then there’ll be nothing to lose.” Geese do not marry, though and she wondered if the moon over the Nile would really be the same moon as here, tonight. 8 hours, after all, is not 80 years.
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 12:20 AM UTC
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She wanted to tell you a dream but you wouldn’t let her. “We can marry when you’re 80. Then there’ll be nothing to lose.” Geese do not marry, though and she wondered if the moon over the Nile would really be the same moon as here, tonight. 8 hours, after all, is not 80 years.
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 12:20 AM UTC
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