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“و نسیمی که می وزید گاهی از سرما تنمان را می لرزاند و گاهی از ولرمی شور ژرف کهنه ی ناشناخته ای را در دلمان بر می انگیخت. آه! برادر، دوست، همسفر، هر دو چه مطمئن بودیم که خوشبختی در همان نزدیکی است، و کافیست به راه بیفتیم تا به آن برسیم!...”

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Book:Le Grand Meaulnes
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