Everything will pass, as once the pain and spasms pass,
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With one water we will quench our thirst for different things.
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Without mercenary intent, the sky distributes the desired,
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There will be no flood, just everyone will get their own.
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Finally, we will catch up with everything that we have been chasing for so long.
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But here a brilliant show will show us its behind the scenes.
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We will see at whose expense this entire banquet was paid,
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And together with the desired, we will receive our unbearable change.
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Wishing not to see, not to observe the absurdity,
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Believing that this does not concern them, they will settle in the forest.
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Those who want to rise in a big way will rise,
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Fountains of all possible colors of revolutions will hit the sky.
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Anger will boil, the killer will soon be killed.
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Rain-washed wounds will heal, drying in the sun.
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When we admit to ourselves our planetary flaw,
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Then the first earthling will appear on Earth.
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They fly over the cities
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Millennium of struggles.
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It's in the womb of a child
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Choose a date of birth.
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A child will cry in the hospital, the nurses will show it to us.
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He forever said goodbye to the caring world inside the mother's womb.
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Obstetricians stand at the window, like holy apostles of the new abyss.
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The child was born, disappearing forever from the warm house of the womb.
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And here are waterfalls and birds, a deep analysis of the game.
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It is conceived that we will not be able to be born without leaving the former worlds.
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It’s like leaving and throwing off the old skin from yesterday’s self,
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The ship leaves the pier and the captain cuts off the umbilical cord.
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Throw playing cards, get away from other people's labels or labels.
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He differed from everyone else only in that he was without insignia.
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Only one war - only over yourself you can wrest victory,
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In a world of warring sides, he betrayed each side separately.
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Without a century, the belated centuries splash bile from the windows,
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But they even judge butterflies because the butterflies betrayed the cocoon.
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To be born again and again, renewing itself to cells,
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From egoists one day people of the Planet will be born. |