I saw a grown man cry the other day. I'd say he was about 70 years old, and stood proud like any man would. He was pale and his hair was nearly gone, all that was left were the strands of gray hair. Names were read, and I watched him. The candle wax dripped from the top of the candle as if it were crying hot wax. And I looked at his eyes, and he
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