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Seventeen years have passed , a year or
            a year ? It no longer matters , the
            fatigue is the same  . A year is narrated
            with effort and trial , and a year is
            remembered in the purity of prosperity  .
            It does not matter what happened in the
            seventeen years of life , what matters is
            that twenty comes like perfume , 
            not like dust  . I hope that it will be a
            year of goodness and reassurance ,
            not a year of fatigue , but the beginning
            of security  . 

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اليوم أزيَد واكعه

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