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  There was a man, I saw him today, he claimed to have lost his way. Could this be true? Could this be real? Did this man once lose him ability to feel? I asked him once again which way will you turn? A path of enlightment or a path you shall burn? A box full of poems revealed the truth-- that life is like a tape recorder, you can't rewind, so take faith in the things you've left behind.  

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