For now, it's still a singing danger
An ember which named transparency a friendship
Melodical birds flee from fate
But they flee from words too
Words make mistakes, a song is created
There's no other way for someone to become a poet
The world is divided into those who began to sing
And those who remained slaves
But there comes a day of the great liberations
Songs will open like prison cells
Poets will be destroyed
Poems will be modified
When the people uncover the secret of greatness
Squares will remain without monuments
Some secrets known only by poets
Will be declared property of the people
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