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Life is a threat when our history is not written, what happens when a father has no ladder to embrace his daughter moon, he only sings to her for comfort, what happens when that same father wants to embrace his son sun, he only sings to him to relieve his feeling so that it does not turn into anger, it only becomes the warmth of life. I only look at a horizon of my earthly world, which becomes words of my present.
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