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Before I travelled my
road I was my road. When I am asleep I dream what
I dream You will find the
distance that separates you from them, Sometimes I find that
misery is so vast You think you are
killing me. Nothing is not only
nothing. A new pain enters and
the old pains of the household They will say that
you are on the wrong road, I have come one step
away from everything. Suffering does not follow us. It goes before us. He who remains with
himself a great deal becomes debased.
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