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The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second generation full of courage issue forth let a people loving freedom come to growth.
Friends and good manners will carry you where money won’t go.
The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age.