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Dad, here I am back again, now to thank You.
There aren't enough words, Dad, to do such a task.
There aren't enough brights, to shy back our shinning shies.
You gave me all, and let only to me one task, thanking You, and this is the impossible task.
Words, Dad... there are not enough words to describe, nor to thank life for our ... passage around here.
Beauty... infinit... those are our jobs: admire Your work all around our blinded eyes.

best id, od ud.
don't you?

Dad, why did I kill my son?

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Son, why did you kill me?

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Did I? Am I not here talking to you?

Dad, why do I die?

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Son...

I gave you life, so be it.

Can you die without been born?

I gave you life, remember that?

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Dad, why did you kill Senna?

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Son...

I've told you... Do not adore anything, anyone, nothing, but me.

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Dad... you're so selfish...

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Son, I'm proud of what I've done. You're… Continue