<p>When you say child, the flowing waters stop. As long as the smile on his face does not fade, he lives the childhood he deserves, his soul does not get hurt, his body does not wear out, he prepares himself for tomorrow as strong as a rock... Let him know pen and paper, not weapons. Let him hear words of love, not insults. Let him carry hope and joy in his heart, not stones or bricks on his shoulders. Let him sleep in a warm bed, not on street corners or in dingy places. Let him put trust, peace and light into his tiny heart, not fear, terror and darkness. Let him grow up in his own land, with his own loved ones, not among people he does not know.</p>

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