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Tainaron - Mail from another city { 1 }
by Leena Krohn { 2 }
Not enough - the twenty-first letter { 415 }
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But there is only one who can make them hear their song. But he was one who became truly unhappy and was torn to pieces. | { 419 } |
The bell rings through the house, through the darkness of the winter's day, and you open the door, the same as before. How happy we are! How we embrace each other! | { 421 } |
Then the light of a living flame spreads across your face as you ask: 'Are they coming here? Are they not close? Are they not familiar footsteps?' | { 423 } |
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