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"My brother, my brother...... A long, long time ago in a grey, sad country.... There was a magic rose that made whoever plucked it immortal.

But no one would dare go near it because its thorns were full of mortal poison. So amongst the men tales of pain and death were told in hushed voices. But there was no talk of eternal life . . . because men fear pain more than they want immortality.

So every day the rose wilted, unable to bequeath its gift to anyone. Alone and forgotten at the top of that mountain. Forgotten until the end of time."

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