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i went to a barto have a rest againi saw him thena smiling old mancame rushing inhe sat down close to meand soon i could seehe's older than it seemes to meand the night moved on and i got no sleephis furrowed facetold a story of lifehis restless eyeskept his face alivehis face alivehis tanned skin did not tell of his agei could seehe's older than it seemed to mehe left the barthen he spoke to meand i was captured'cause now i could seehis way of lifehe said little girl you'd betterdo what you wantyour life is too short to waste time
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