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Racing Racing, racing with the Life With the Life I am not racing with life Just with the Life Yeah Just with the Life Only with the Life Satan flies before me Oh, my old brother Thank you for your kind help Can we fly together? Will we fly together? Satan said, yes, oh student I said, thank you oh, my Master. We are flying, flying and just flying Together and together, forever. Yes, yes, dear student. - He said We always fly together. - Added he Master, why are you sad? - I asked him Because I am alone, people don’t like me. - He answered I like you and love you - I said to him I know, I know. That’s why I am always following you. - He said Something happened to you? - I asked Satan Yes, Yes, thousands of years ago I was an outcast in life From life? - I asked him. - But you are alive and strong. I said to him Yes, but people think I am an evil being. - He answered No, no, you are not evil. I am your witness. You saved my life - I responded to him Are you sure? - He asked Yes, I am sure - I said to him Shall we have a drink now? - Asked me Satan Yes. - I said to him. Cheers! Cheers! Vilmos: Master, can we fly? Master: Do you think life is just racing? Vilmos: Yes, the world is so fast Master: Vilmos slow down. Vilmos: What can I do now? Master: Wait. Vilmos: I am afraid Master: Wait. Waiting is competition.

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