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The Evening Train

He could drawn into desperation,
He could be hanged by the ropes of agony,

or tears.

But always in the end,
man will knows that his feet is touching the earth.

And no desperation, agony or tears could forbade him from finding his own purpose of life.

Because a man he is.

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