I saw the water of mystery in the line of eulogy. Bereaved of the script of unclaimed sorrow. Spilled for the redemption of his people from the chains of junta. Giving the land to enjoy the nature they are endowed. Justice blackmailed in a land of great political history. Efficiency is a great sin among the black and white. We tried to hide under some clone thinking all is well with the weather.
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