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Unlike Faust, where he gained by wagering his soul for unlimited knowledge, or Robert Johnson, meeting at midnight, tuning his guitar, becoming the father of blues, I gave today for tomorrow. Agreed to live in this world unseen, densely untalented, in perpetual poverty, for the sake of a clear conscience. my conspirator, the Devil, I confused, signed the papers, consigning me to happiness after I leave this Hell.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
motif number M 210
Unlike Faust, where he gained by wagering his soul for unlimited knowledge, or Robert Johnson, meeting at midnight, tuning his guitar, becoming the father of blues, I gave today for tomorrow. Agreed to live in this world unseen, densely untalented, in perpetual poverty, for the sake of a clear conscience. my conspirator, the Devil, I confused, signed the papers, consigning me to happiness after I leave this Hell.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
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