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    Once upon a time I had watched a play somewhere
    There was a curled old man in that play
    Wearing ragged clothes
    Having meaningless glance in his eyes
    Being too old, having no energy left, and being deserted,
    Left alone, having lived nothing

    His tears had neither stopped nor finished
    He had so much trouble that hadn’t ever finished
    Breathing was his profit, living was his only ambition
    Having played the greatest tragedy in the world
    On the life stage without curtains
    He had passed on, do you have a clue?
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