The old man sees the ruins of the great things
Which he himself built once,
He cries in pain and despair,
It's absolutely intolerable for him,
He prefers to die,
But in vain,
The great old man has no respite,
He has to see more such things in future,
He curses himself and his tragic fate in deep frustration.
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