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Once, I was walkin' aroud the town holding little red thing in my hands and cryin' softly. "Don't cry above broken heart" - I heard. I've turned & saw and old man. He was so sad - he was keepin' his own heart, but it was totally black. "Don't cry, kid if you want have it still alive, please". He couldn't cry anymore. There was no point in crying.
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