At our age, wars are like drops of rain
There are everywhere and there are thousands of them
At our age, poor families are like drops of rain
There are everywhere and there are thousands of them
At our age, abused animals are like drops of rain
There are everywhere and there are thousands of them
Where is this world going?
But we must remember that except drops of rain, there are also some sunbeams.
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