From this dread scene, these adverse pow'rs, ah, whither shall we fly? O Solyma! Thy boasted tow'rs in smoky ruins lie., 2 страница
We Are a Thread of Action, Some Kind of Flag for Human Possibilities, Broken into a Thousand Things to Raise up a Life Collapsed for the Absence of Hearing and the Total Clumsiness Seward 00:29
Haydn: The Seven Last Words of our Saviour on the Cross, Op. 51 (Hob.III. 50-56) - 8. Sonata VII (Largo) Berliner Philharmoniker, Riccardo Muti 06:11
Aura 197 See 596 Soldier 466 Colloquial 658 Rejoin 458 According The meaninglessness of existence, and therefore freedom 01:21
IV - In Which the Trees of Knowledge of Past Senseis Now Absorbed by the Cloud Weaver Fuses with Our Protagonist and so Becomes the New Sensei Dopamine Sensei 07:09
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