I was once a slave of my heart; my brain got tired and asked for reform.
A revolution occurred; my territory was divided until a foreigner came and wanted to overrule. They had waved their red flags down and built their walls but the conqueror breached them all; only to retreat when he had discovered that he couldn’t understand the language of this side of the globe.
With this, heart feels pity for brain and brain thinks of the awful condition of heart. Then they decided to make a pact, never to forget each other’s side; to coexist in time and space, to think with the heart and feel with the brain that is. Thus, the treaty of pairs had been settled and a white flag soared highest.
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