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<< Bored with this
experiment? Why not read a poem instead?>>
A Little Bird by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
In alien lands I keep the body
Of ancient native rites and things:
I gladly free a little birdie
At celebration of the spring.
I'm now free for consolation,
And thankful to almighty Lord:
At least, to one of his creations
I've given freedom in this world!
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= 10000 combinations of 10 words.