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30/06/2002
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Entroncamento
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I close the door of the big house that nobody will open again, and I inspire its scent to never forget it.
I bet that the persons that will inhabit the new building will always sneeze with the wood dust that will always fly in the air.
I wonder if somebody will count their sneezes and laugh? |
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