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The sun sets and the sea recedes--the stars fade and the tired breath seeps out of the weary bodies. The fireworks boom and so do the bombs and the gunshots. The people cry for joy and cry for pain--tears of happiness and tears of sadness are wept to fill the drying, dying rivers. But still, the cycle resets and repeats. This is l
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