Will be come a day, when I'll look into your eyes and say what I feel. Will be come a day, when I'll walk and fly and talk and be... free. Will be come a day, when I'll look to my brother at my side, and I'll say "We are the same, my brother". Will be come a day, when me and my brother will walk free, without restructions, without penalties, just... Free.
But to this day come, we have to fight. But how can we fight when they arrest us?
Run where?
Fight how?
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