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They stand in middle of the lawn, chatting and laughing and moving to a peculiar rhythm , they were unconcerned about what is going on and held on tightly to each other arm and the clouds began to get dark and the larks were flying around the everything began to move. The ant in the ground formed a long line and they were moving up and down and communicating something to the other ants as they pass by. People began to dance in the street and the village below with its cultural structure and people of a unique tribe gather around in a circle singing traditional songs and dancing to a particular rhythm. The echoes of the soul bellows from below and spread throughout the valley  where the wind blows. What on earth is going on something has taken the universe like a storm, it's not the typical wind that blow but it is a different kind of wind that could bring the entire globe to a standstill; you don’t have to say a word, if someone is messing with your girl just look on the computer screen and you will know exactly how I feel; the tension is flying high and the planes are scrambling in the sky and the old system is bidding you goodbye. Everyone woke up this morning singing  a different song while courage is limping along; all the computer screen were in blue as if a natural disaster has just pass through, it is not the kind of disaster that breaks your shoe, it is the one that will make you shout when you are stuck in one place and cannot move out. Everything is in blue and it is communicating a message to you so try to understand what it saying and accept the fact that the world is changing, it takes just one company to bring a system down and god was not around. You cannot deny that it is happening; you cannot deny that earth is moving ahead of the sky and the waves are moving around while destiny is seeking a brand-new crown. I am moving on a different plain because, the people are going insane, they cannot stand a minute of inconvenience so I have ditch the old script and enjoy the pleasure that is dripping from your lips, it is not too late to cross over, we have to meet in the next hour, Paris is waiting at the door and universe is asking for more.
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