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07.06.2011

Look around! How beautiful our land is! The land of gorgeous sunsets and sunrises, early dew and birds singing. Who does remember when he went for a walk in the wood lately? Do birds sing in your city? Is there any fish in your rivers and lakes? What colour do you like? What smell do you like? Is this the smell of flowers or the smell of car exhaust fumes? "We never know the value of water till the well is dry". So, Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going? We have to answer the questions.
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