The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
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8803 | 2024-01-01 16:03:49 | 118.57 | 99.5% |
3942 | 2019-09-30 07:27:42 | 105.38 | 97% |