The stranger was trying
To find out honesty
In the flow of dishonesty,
He travelled extensively
But could not find it,
Being tired and weary,
He took rest for a while,
Then he felt someone whispering to him,
"What a fool you are!
Don't you know honesty can not survive in the powerful and treacherous flow of dishonesty? "
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