Scribus (scribus)'s status on Friday, 24-May-13 07:00:57 UTC
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The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached, unlocked her silent throat; Leaning her breast against the ready shore, Thus sung her first and last and sung no more: Farewell, all joys; O death, come close mine eyes; More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.