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in his life he was to smile but once more.
He lay face downward, digging and tearing at the ground until the nails of his fingers were broken and bloody.
Birds sang and the sun rose.
in his life he was to smile but once more.
He lay face downward, digging and tearing at the ground until the nails of his fingers were broken and bloody.
Birds sang and the sun rose.
