| There are infinitely many in the universe
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| unknown worlds,
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| And in each there is a little of that,
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| in which we live.
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| One of them is life
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| Is a game
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| Gods leading disputes
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| Between themselves.
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| Can one of them
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| To create such a life
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| What is worth living?
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| The second will test the world with a game
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| In the most difficult hour of the fate of the earth.
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| And every time their dispute
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| It has the meaning of the world!
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| Being a creator is extremely difficult.
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| It's so easy to throw the world into chaos.
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| The birth of a new life
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| Year after year, century after century,
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| Hundreds of ups and downs
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| To be called human.
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| beautiful mainland
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| Divide the cities
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| Difficult trials will come
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| Time.
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| To the surprise of the creator
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| Like a bright flash
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| Hearts light up.
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| And a gaze to the heavens
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| Asks the question: "Where am I from?"
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| And for everyone the question makes sense
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| World!
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| Be it a prophet, a sage or a hero,
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| What leads the people behind him.
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| Just like in the past
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| This wonderful world
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| It remains a theater of two actors.
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| The first knows only how to put cheese in traps,
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| As a character to experience the second.
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| Who among all worthy to be the second -
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| Nature, the author of this play, will decide.
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| Like ale, the gods are intoxicated by a bet,
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| That ends in victory!
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| To the surprise of the creator
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| Like a bright flash
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| Hearts light up.
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| And a gaze to the heavens
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| Asks the question: "Where am I from?"
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| And for everyone the question makes sense
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| World!
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| Be it a prophet, a sage or a hero,
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| What leads the people behind him. |