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Beyond the power of words, what goes through my mind, and that despite steadfastness, I always fight my present, and I am the one who is in my presence. Wishes wrap around me, so they become birds carrying smiles that vanish, and then they go to me in the form of breezes that scatter around me an aroma of love and some words by which hope lives in the glory of silence.