"Someone said language was invented so we could hide behind our thoughts....
The optimist says it won't get dark. The pessimist says it won't get light. And the world goes on...
Now the sun began to shout from below the horizon. Throngs of birds changed their tent of music into a sound...So magical that I was both brave and afraid.
Little by little, the stars retired, leaving little polished circles on the sky for a while...
It is possible that some day like this will save the world."
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