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01/01/2009

2009.01.01

And the morning after thin virgin snow fell on the empty streets.
And they were all sleeping.
And they woke and they didn't want to wake.
Ant they moved the time forward and set their numbers back.
And they feasted on leftovers.
And they listened to Kossuth Radio.
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