Yevgeny YevtushenkoWhen truth is replaced by silence, the silence is a lie.
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What was once true is now replaced by silence. This silence is like a lie, because it is all around us, but we can’t see it. What was once true is now replaced with silence. Silence is also a lie; everyone knows it’s not real, but this doesn’t stop everyone from using it to their advantage.
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