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Souls like a dark cloud, on a ladder climb, in a non-directional train ride, and the purpose they will not find. Push up sharply. At the end a lone raven waits. Without reason and meaning essential, hurry to the last slumber. But a dashing ghost stopped, he looked, and said, "We have done a terrible sin, HOW WE ARE SO SO THAT. " But that voice also died, he has defiled his life and without even listening the crowd goes to the crow.