I know I can't promise you heaven.
Behold, I can get you a beautiful butterfly.
I know I can't promise you a garden.
I will offer you an impeccable umbrella.
I know I can't speak all the languages that, long ago, have departed from this world.
I can, believe me, listen to the voice of reason.
I know, one day, we're going to be no more.
Let's do good always.
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