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How happy is the blameless vestal` lot

em janeiro 03, 2022

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How happy is the blameless vestal` lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray`r accepted, and each wish resign`d

Alexander Pope

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