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My dear English, forgive me…

As long as the light of knowledge fails to enter, the language and its words are just dust... When the twilight ray from the sun falls on dust, it becomes an awesome phenomenon - Crepuscular rays, just like the lines of a poem. My dear English, forgive me... My dear English, I have heard

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