From the lullabies sung by mothers,
To the news read by the anchor,
To triumph over lies wherever they may be,
In the heart, in books, in the streets.
What a fairytale joy it is to understand,
To grasp what is dying and what is being born.
Poem by Nazim Hikmet
What a fairytale joy it is to understand,
To grasp what is dying and what is being born.
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