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A
woman has dropped her mirror in the woods. On a crystal surface of frozen
tears, I see mirrored images of truth and falsity, good and evil, beauty and
ugliness, fortunes and misfortunes... But who is fondling throwing the
cards behind it? He is so vile catching you weak not in full confidence,
and he gives you seventy years to play: "Leave the room if you lose. Leave
when your time is up. If you don't manage in seventy years, you never will..."
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