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Слушать(AI)Epitaph on a Parson
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Here lies the Reverend Jonathan Doe,
Where he’s gone to I don’t know.
If, haply to the realms above,
Farewell to happiness and love.
If haply to a lower level,
I can’t congratulate the Devil.
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