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Would you like to see something develop as you sing?
For the air to be more pure, to see the hearts of men transformed?
Yet everything is so fragile here on Earth.
Nothing is without reason, you know.
In the end, only sometimes is reality mirrored in your eyes,
and at others in those of the wretched and often very demonic.
No matter what side you hear being told,
remember that the difference is only in your own eyes.
Let’s sing all the colors of the world,
without forgetting a single one.
Everything has a place here,
like every star in the symphony of our life.
Every human makes sounds of the skies.
Everything is tightly bound,
and when we see each other,
we’ll be taken to the stars.

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