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The Stranger and Exile
A poet, with eyes brimming with tears, mourned the bewildered stranger. He wished deep inside to see him and ease his loneliness, and said:\nOh, pity the stranger in a foreign land… What has he done to himself?\nHe parted from his loved ones, and neither they benefited from life after him, nor did he…
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