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Thank you so much for share, my friend, if in a million pieces I'd be cut to be spread and burried to grow into a million trees of love and peace, how gladly I would throw myself between all armies. If disease and hunger and mistrust could melt away with only words my pen would gladly die of overwork. But worthless I was born, and so I'd die, I'd never stop the wars disease or hunger for the mistrust into own force, keeps being strongly tied around my bones...I have no drop of power and no force at all...