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Text: My wrath bristles through my helmet, the rain stops as I stand by the rain; I look up towards the sky and let loose a passionate roar. At age thirty my deeds are nothing but dust, my journey has taken me over eight thousand miles. So do not sit by idly, for young men will grow old in regret. Each paragraph will be a test.

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