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Let our children be bold; removing all the barriers, Let our sons be rational; shedding all robes of lies, Let our daughters be sacred; cuddling our future, Let our family be faithful; no more scared of one another. Is there a beginning and an end to this universe? Is there a start and stop button to the planets? Does the moon really elope with our hearts? Or is the Sun so cruel to kill the plants in the desert? Underground caves filled with freshwater destroyer, we may build our homes of hope on the rubble or piers, the piling pits of our knowledge never anchored, to the solid rock; just hanging in the quick sand. The distance we have to travel is very long, can only be measured in light year's furlong, what is here to safeguard until one is sterile, Loosen up your loincloth to get some fresh air..