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I've Forgotten Many Things, But I'll Never Forget A Melody.

I Don't Understand Racism. We Are All The Same And I Have The Perfect Hypothesis To Prove It. I Play To All Those Countries And They Cry In All The Same Places In My Show. They Laugh In The Same Places. They Become Hysterical In The Same Places. They Faint In The Same Places And That's The Perfect Hypothesis. There Is A Commonality That We Are All The Same.

The Most Conspicuous Thing About Suffering Is, As W.h. Auden Once Observed, Its Banality. The Day Is Green, The Sun Is Shinging, Someone Is Eating, Or Opening A Window, The Torturer's Horse Is Scatching Its Innocent Behind On A Tree, And In A Mere Second Someone We Love Is Dead.

You Can Bring Out Your Inner Self And Moods Through Dancing. Music Does The Same.

In A World Filled With Hate, We Must Still Dare To Hope.