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Poetry


The beauty of my life, the beauty of yours, how can I ever express that, if poetry wasn't there for me and for you? Do you believe in happiness? tell me, do you believe in magic? do you believe in love? do you believe in poetry? The sun, the sea, the streets, The people, the actions, the movement, Poetry it's everywhere. You can't help it. Try to remove the air from the planet, try to remove the ideas from people's heads, try to remove the feelings from the people, try to remove the beauty from the world, that's how you'll get rid of poetry. Ask me what poetry is. I don't know. Ask me who invented it. I have no clue. But ask me what poetry has done for me. It has changed the way I see things, it has changed the way I express about things, it has changed me.
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