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With impatience I asked death; was I successful? Your heart is unchanged, from she borrowed you from me, It is a triumph indeed, for many hearts she has changed, he replied.I smiled and went with him quietly, as life returned me to her lenderthepleasantsimpleguy

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In a place high above the earth,I stood and asked the mountainsQuestions about greatnessHope is survivalPatience is strengthKindness is soulHonesty is graceLoyalty is virtueThe mountains sang,And what you must not forget my friendModesty is greatness . . . thepleasantsimpleguy