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What became of this world is unknown to no one
Red sand and no end in sight
There is no pathology in the picture
No one will write off the accounts
No need to race when it's raining
Boxing is a sport where girls are no worse than men
There is no mistaking the beauty of the fields and hills of Italy
The light is at the end of the path no matter what
Like rose-colored glasses, but alas.. no
Books should be read no matter what
When there is sweetness, there is no place for sadness
An old musical device that no one uses