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-– Martin Luther
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It was a bright spring day, the flowers were in blossom, and birds could be seen flying through the air, singing.
This lovely scenery, however, failed to capture the attention of the men going through it, who soon ignored it and destroyed it with their erratic noises. The horses' hooves pounded the gro ...
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