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Clear your throat a bit poet
 And sing your song a little bit louder
 Here the soil is uneven
 And wind blows in a curve.

 Raise your voice a little bit, poet
 And sing your songs in a higher pitch
 Here streams are rusty
 And rays fall in an unequal length

 Milk of kindness here also flows
 Like a river tears also shed
 But they are conceived in mind
 After looking the colors of sorrow

 Here all pain is not the same
 All death s are not equally a loss
 As if logic here has its own religion
 And the flame of reason has its own race

 Sing poet, sing a bit louder
 And pitch up your tone
 Here hate is bloomed like a flower
 And like crops prejudices are grown.
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