Remember the past and interact with him and Asthoudah, and sadness for the tragedies of folly and madness, the killing of will and a waste of life present.
That the file of the past when the wise folded and narrated, closed it never in a cell oblivion, tied ropes strong in the prison of neglect does not come out at all, and slammed it never sees the light, because it has gone, finished, not sadness it back, do not worry taking care, not grief correctable, the Chagrin greets him because it not.
Not lived in the nightmare of the past and under the umbrella of the profits, saved yourself from the shadow of the past, Do you want to respond to the river to its mouth and the sun to the opening lines, and the child to his mother's womb, and milk to the breast, and the tear to the eye, you Btfaalk with the past, and Qkulk him and Ahtrack suffer it, and Antarag on doorstep, is in a terrible tragic scary scary.
Reading in the book of the last loss for the present, and tearing of the effort, and blow up to an hour current, remembrance of Allah Nations and what I did and then said: (the nation was empty) ended up and spent no use of autopsy time, and return the wheel of history.
That is a return to the past like grinding flour is ground at all, and spread like sawdust. Long ago they said to those who cry about the past: Do not remove the dead from their graves, has said of the talks on the tongues of the cattle that they said to the donkey did not chew the cud? He said: I hate lying.
The Blanena we fail our present and our past we work, ignore our limitations beautiful ruins and mourn worn, and while mankind and the jinn gathered to repeat the past as they can because this is a particular shop.
People do not look back, not turning back; because the wind moving forward and descended to the water forward, and the convoy is moving forward, it is contrary to years of life.
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