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Never An Advantage

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LECTURAS 354
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"Pain has an element of blank; 
It cannot recollect 
When it began, or if there were 
A day when it was not. 

It has no future but itself, 
Its infinite realms contain 
Its past, enlightened to perceive 
New periods of pain."Todos los derechos reservados

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