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“Tâm hồn trẻ thơ trong con người như cái mầm trong hạt, không có mầm thì hạt không bao giờ mọc lên được. Và bất kể những gì đang chờ đợi chúng ta ở trên đời, sự thật vẫn đời đời bất diệt, chừng nào con người ta còn sinh ra và mất đi... (Con tàu trắng)”

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The White Steamship

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