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Baile Átha Cliath

23 April 2008

About meetings and farewells

...Come along with me, look at the sky
I don't see borders in the world.
Farewell is beginning if you hold.
A good adventurer doesn't cry.
Farewells are beginnings you will see
Farewells are beginnings
Believe
Believe
Believe me!
-Constantin Popov

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