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User:William M. Connolley/For me/The curse of gnome

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Into the distance disappear the mounds of human heads. I dwindle - go unnoticed now. But in affectionate books, in childrens' games, I will arise to say: the sun!


Not really

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Lesser

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Antiques

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Not cursed

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Smelly socks

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