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He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world__ heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world__ pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.
Cormac McCarthy All the Pretty Horses
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He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world__ heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world__ pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.
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Cormac McCarthy

All the Pretty Horses

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