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As I sit on this night trainI think to myself and all the things to come Maybe too…
I came from one, I live in this,I will go away to the third.I was conceived as a dot,my mother…
The snow seemed thetotal reality for the boyand the feeling of losswas complete for him.I said Hello to him andsmiled he smiled back…
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