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“There is nothing stranger than death. It’s a strange accident for something to become nothing. The mourning clothes, the marquees, the music, the incense burners, and the butterflies in their theatrical clothes, as if we are watching a novel that we don’t believe and it doesn’t seem to be believed. Even the mourners who succeeded the deceased do not think except about the journey, and the children of the deceased do not think except about inheritance, and the shop does not think except in their account, and the reciters do not think except about their wages»
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