Oh, you don't recognize me, I am the sun which illuminate your poor life.
Oh, my goodness! you're the nice worker who collected the bulbs because our blind town was bigger in the middle of the shadows?
O yes! do you enjoy my hard work in the middle of that middle darkness?
No, I discover the hands of friends who are illuminating our lives, without your funny explanations.
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