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It is a very common reflection, but that With this same pretext we forget, what Sensitive souls are rarer every day And the most ordinary cultured people Cultured people surprise us with things That we can't explain but what does it do to them Happy, the one who reads, always his style belongs to a person Quiet, the painter always likes to wear the clothes he paints The craftsman, his look is always very hippie, but they are all Happy It is a very common reflection, but that With this same pretext we forget, what Sensitive souls are rarer every day And the most ordinary cultured people Sensitive souls are fragile and cry before A work of art, a play, a song Or a poem, they feel that through looking at the Moon They can say that the Moon speaks to them and they guess what Says the Moon It is a very common reflection, but that With this same pretext we forget, what Sensitive souls are rarer every day And the most ordinary cultured people