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		<description>The silence of water can be drought and the cry of thirst.
The silence of wheat can be hunger.
The cry of victory could be famine.
Just as the silence of the sun is darkness.
But men&#039;s silence is the absence of God The absence of the universe.
Paint us the cry. Paint my age-paint it in the curve of the whip with a lash-stroke of pain.
Paint my neighbor- this stranger with hope and God.
Paint our respect which turned into mere coins is sold away.
We had at our beck and call all the words of the world and yet did not say worthy thing,
Because in what we said in all that we said,
One word was absent, Freedom, we did not pronounce it.
But you paint it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The silence of water can be drought and the cry of thirst.<br />
The silence of wheat can be hunger.<br />
The cry of victory could be famine.<br />
Just as the silence of the sun is darkness.<br />
But men&#8217;s silence is the absence of God The absence of the universe.<br />
Paint us the cry. Paint my age-paint it in the curve of the whip with a lash-stroke of pain.<br />
Paint my neighbor- this stranger with hope and God.<br />
Paint our respect which turned into mere coins is sold away.<br />
We had at our beck and call all the words of the world and yet did not say worthy thing,<br />
Because in what we said in all that we said,<br />
One word was absent, Freedom, we did not pronounce it.<br />
But you paint it.</p>
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