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When everything comes from where you least expect,
you tell me there is nothing we can do, we sleep on the shadow without sunset, the signs we are looking for cannot be lost. Love and hatred remain, the wolves wait together, crammed into each other from fear. We’ll get out of hell, people have experiences with people abandoned to fate’s teeth, no one can hide from itself the hungry animals’ howl prefigures the night. As well as them, we’ve learned to obey the same unwritten laws and hate the masters no matter how good they are, no matter how we pretend. Free means for us the eagle flying above the mountains.
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