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Listen to the silence, it's noisy. Listen to the birds, they can sing. Listen to my heart, it can beat. We listen too many things, we won't understand. The noise of a car running is annoying, but the noise of a nightingale makes you dream. Dreaming about a landscape for us to put the feet on. Dreaming about somewhere where to put the flag on. The flag is only colours, but the colours change our life, Life has many colours, but we only use one. Life has many different ways, but we choose the wrong one. The wrong one to nowhere but nowhere can be somewhere to go. These times of freedom, I only see slavery. The slavery is not freedom, but be suffering for no reason. Reason is the start of a human being, reason is to be able to be. To be is to think and to exist for living. To exist is to be a human, and being a human, it's supposed to have a brain. Brains were born to be used and for trying to join hearts and spirits for us to live in complete harmony.

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