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A vida humana é como um trem..
Ela vai em uma direção..
Não há retorno..
Durante suas jornadas..
Encontra inimigos e amigos..
Lágrimas e alegria..
Ódio e amor..
Dor e esperança..
Encontros e despedidas..
$DOGS 
Não importa quanto tempo fique em uma estação..
Um dia ela partirá..$

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