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I was sitting in a station bar somewhere in america,
when an old man came to me.
he said "can i sit next to you ?", and i had nothing else to do.
so he sat down and drank his beer.
he told me 'bout the rocks and hills, about the autumn and its chill
about the valleys and the rain.
and then he spoke of former times, about his children and his wife
and about what yet remained.
Suddenly he said: "my son,
do you know the land, where i've come from?", and he asked
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