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Traducción: The pleasantries and kindnesses of this worked life that we have are not without scouts and death, the trap into which we fall. Not looking at our pain, we run crazily without stopping; until we see the deception and we want to return, there isn't a place.

Mensaje: Las cosas buenas en la vida siempre vienen con aspectos malos. Corremos por la vida sin direcion y no podemos devolver.