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Sad Rage the Third Part

The father of the boy is engrossed in service of mankind, high up his educaion but did not get a job suitable in his motherland. His heart is full of anger and the dissappointment he did not get justice in this world he did not get a job pleasent. The flash of the diamond has became gloomy, the world could not recognise the gold pure alas, justice is how much irony!. It's not the merit, oh!how is the society, it's full of the corruption, what a pity! He is working as a labour in soot dress in coal mine forever. As the sky, as generous the air, which holds the life, his contribution to his co-workers is the gem to swaip. In the land of the inhumans, he embodiment of protest, and married the girl whose marriage broke up in the verge of marry, soo great. His heart is full in sorrow for his son, thats why he indulge in so hard work, he run on. Oh dear aunty, I am counting the day, palace for thy Oh lord, please give the palace, the baby in the disester for which he cry.

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