Cast on the stone walls of New York buildings.
Throw it in the trash can.
Hit the pigeon.
Annoy the boss.
Paper is gone.
Your colleagues in white shirts think you're crazy,
people in trench coats and top hats on the streets of New York think you're crazy,
and kids with balloons on the subway think you're crazy.
However, those paper airplanes with your expectations, the paper airplanes
in the streets of the icy city, and the paper airplanes
in the white morning light,
will not forget their mission because of all this.
Because the truth will not die.
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