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For a long time, the sphere, the forgotten world, the various countries in the heat of the late sun, the vast emptiness, it was as if it gave a strange light to the blindness of my house in a dark place — one day - just one day. Then, in a moment, I knew what a lot of seas are like What is corruption? Why am I sick? Why do you bury the fallen stars or build a tomb in the forest. But when I return to the darkness, I am the weary spectator light, the companion who comes with blood-red, wheat-green, they are not cunning-they are kind-hearted, they say in humble language, 'You forget all the weight of knowledge - all the letters.'

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