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Text: I hear the anguish of the street, and like an old forgotten tune, a song that no one knows... Forgot how it goes. Just John and me, forever eternally, Jane Doe. And I'm askin' why Lord. If this is how I die Lord, why be left with no family and no friends? I've got no celebration. Just this consolation, time eats all his children in the end. Each paragraph will be a test.

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