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    An old man sits on a bench of a futuristic park. On his shoulders there are two ravens and at his feet are two large and dangerous dogs. Around him, time seems to stand still forever

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    An old man sits on a bench of a futuristic park. On hs shoulders there are two ravens, at his feet are two dangerous dogs. Around him, time seems to stand still.
    An old man sits on a bench of a futuristic park. On hs shoulders there are two ravens, at his feet are two dangerous dogs. Around him, time seems to stand still.
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    A young shy woman with glasses desperately looking for true love while tiredly trodding home from work in a rain at dusk. Her messy hair and wet face look like she cried her eyes out, but that is an illusion, she still has hope.
    The face of a dead woman, finely chiseled into the rose granite of a humongous sarcophagus. Nothing disturbs the silence of the majestic tomb.
    An old man sits on a bench of a futuristic park. On his shoulders there are two ravens and at his feet are two large and dangerous dogs. Around him, time seems to stand still forever.
    An old man sits on a bench of a futuristic park. On his shoulders there are two ravens and at his feet are two large and dangerous dogs. Around him, time seems to stand still forever.
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