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The
way
you
walked
was
thorny,
through
no
fault
of
your
own,
but
as
the
rain
enters
the
soil,
the
river
enters
the
sea,
so
tears
run
to
a
predestined
end.
Your
suffering
is
over,
Bela
my
son.
Now
you
will
find
peace.
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