Transcription: The light, or illusion, is as precious and pathetic as the sun. This is as good as its fantastic condition. Being that you can be happy can be the last. It is not a rush that is not easy to get, as a rush of a sun. All the mortals have the power of the irreparable and the evil. Being that the mortals are in camp, being that they are, and even thinking, that is the echo of others who in the past have always been or the present pressure of others that in the future will repeat itself. It is not something that is not as if to be seen in infatigable spaces. Nothing can create a soul. Nothing is pr ...
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