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“Os serenos e generosos são apenas egoístas um pouco mais justos do que os tiranos – e a felicidade acabou quando as circunstâncias levaram ambos a perceber que os interesses de um não eram considerações importantes nos pensamentos do outro.” quote by Emily Brontë — Download Open image

““Os serenos e generosos são apenas egoístas um pouco mais justos do que os tiranos – e a felicidade acabou quando as circunstâncias levaram ambos a perceber que os interesses de um não eram considerações importantes nos pensamentos do outro.””

Emily Brontë

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