You can hear the mountains roar, the earth stops and the wind sways. The new moon rises, the wolf howls. The first drop of rain hits the hard cold ground, the baby monkey hides in fear. The little girl stares out her window to see every last drop of rain, a tear goes down her face hearing her parents argue.The boy in the field, looking for hope in the nearest path. When the first sound starts of life the other half joins in.
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