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| Soft as the speaking heart. |
they´ll drink my wine, sang by Bob Dylan.
Let them drink my part.
Now I ´m gonna tell something from deep my inside.
One businessman here in the little town made suicide.
He was one of the most famous on the town, and was glorified by local newspapers.
He lost everything, also his glorification and millions of money.
Something (bad) was happened in Far-East.
The endtimes during he was lived in cheap rented housing.
I knew him somehow, he was at school in some parallel class.
Our mother's were very good colleagues.
His mother died in an accident; an instant, blink of an eye. One ordinary day she was left from her working place, and soon a truck drove over her.
This shocked me in my childhood.
I could not help thinking so, that she had committed to make suicide in the previous life
- and hers boy did it now.
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