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A man is God’s greatest creation. He can rebuild the things which are destroyed completely. Look at nature! Won’t the sky clean the land repeatedly with rain when it gets dirty? When the crop is cut from the farm, won’t the farm grow it agin? Then why do you worry so much when your dreams are shattered. You rebuild them instead of mourning in despair. (Am I anywhere near ok-ok translation?)
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