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“Teraz śpiewano pieśni chwalebne, wtedy jednak w całym Array rozbrzmiewały pieśni żałobne. „A kiedy łzy zmyje deszcz lub krew bez wytchnienia, nie staniecie się dla nas kwiatami zapomnienia”, jak mówił ostatni wers jednej z nich.”

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