...One man i met a long time ago, said we should become great. I sadi to him, in the only case of respecting my own views, why not? He smiled, what a weird thing to say, what say: Mr. what do you do? I am an artistic impression of what your dreams hold. He rolled in laughter: you must be a seller of words. I am a singer and i always dreamed a long time ago, i will be the greatest someday. and i said to him, me too: brother!
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