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Пилят дрова модной пилой.
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I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a shieldmaden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren. No longer do I desire to be a queen. (c)
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