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Page 26
Grandmother was always anxious about her health , and she complained at once
about a pain in her heart . From the pocket of his brown cassock , the monk took a
handful of small hearts , arms , heads , and even toy babies , all made of silver ...
Grandmother was always anxious about her health , and she complained at once
about a pain in her heart . From the pocket of his brown cassock , the monk took a
handful of small hearts , arms , heads , and even toy babies , all made of silver ...
Page 188
So God laughed And asked : “ Who will bring me his heart ? Who does not
begrudge me his heart as a present ? ” A young woman in a white scarf uttered a
quiet little shriek . The blind man was silent , then he turned toward the woman ,
and ...
So God laughed And asked : “ Who will bring me his heart ? Who does not
begrudge me his heart as a present ? ” A young woman in a white scarf uttered a
quiet little shriek . The blind man was silent , then he turned toward the woman ,
and ...
Page 189
God stood up and held out this weak little heart . He stood up all - powerful , and
cursed injustice . And black clouds rolled over the earth , The woods trembled
under the great thunder , And Goďs voice rang out to be heard by all : The blind ...
God stood up and held out this weak little heart . He stood up all - powerful , and
cursed injustice . And black clouds rolled over the earth , The woods trembled
under the great thunder , And Goďs voice rang out to be heard by all : The blind ...
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