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In golden rooms, that faintly smell of hyacinths, they sit and stare at faceless forms, reading poetry long forgotten by man, and handle rare gems as though they were mere stones.
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Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 11:08 AM UTC
Les Enfants du Paradis
In golden rooms, that faintly smell of hyacinths, they sit and stare at faceless forms, reading poetry long forgotten by man, and handle rare gems as though they were mere stones.
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Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 11:08 AM UTC
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