The death and life .... if there is 'one o'clock there's no' the other said.
I meet every day lives of death foretold,
people who have not yet decided as of Senge's death had come, without 'hope for a cure, without' desire to go back to quell'abbisso of inevitability '...
today I stare into my eyes one of quetsi men, a total thrill of helplessness and acquiescence has imbued me with no hope ... nothing remains for life.
So what? step aside, bow their heads and say "I siento no deja nada que hacer ..."? I salt and an agonist in the throat ....
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