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- 스피노자 Spinoza - Jorge Luis Borges The dying afternoon is fear, is cold, and all afternoons are the same. The hands and the hyacinth-blue air that whitens at the Ghetto edges do not quite exist for this silent
- What Can I Do / Smokie Smokie - What Can I Do (East Berlin 26.05.1976) Every dream that I dream Seems to float on by Like a What can I do Nothing to say but it used to be Nothing to say but it used to be What can I do 제가 무엇을