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 I thought that my voyage. was at itsendat the lart limit z pametne komentar Firmensibles that the path before me was closed, and provisions were all exhausted and the time has come for to take shelter in a silent obseurity. But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die outon the tongue new melodies break forth from the heart and where the old tracks are all last new country is revealed with its wonders. 83