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They say, it’s black or white,
Deep in the mass of mystical thoughts,
There's a key, that could open a lock, that could open a door We wouldn't live feeling hate anymore No time for ignorance Everyone could be free All diversity in peace and harmony
How much certainty can I? Remembering intelligence that is another. How much pride can I? Remaining humility that rests inside. Am I so right that they're so wrong?