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we run always, looking for more
babies born to earn money and gain respect in a world of vultures that feed on their emotions viciously only cells in a rotten circuit divinized in books written on white rocks kept into special rooms, against the ages making time's effort useless now nobody can erase the monumental mistakes of man a creature that does not understand it's meaning forgotten in a world of fantasy built upon monetary illusions and plus value, capital, the democracy of hearts take the place of a long lost dialect understood only by a few outcasts today a dying language spoken by the nature inside us teaching us to love, to forget all else and praise the one besides us that smiles here, at the end of the world were nobody knows were the fairy man is off to... and the flowers still shine not knowing if tomorrow will even come but who really cares if there will be another day when rapped up in eternal love I forgot how to cry my life means something my friend, because it is love...
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