Let me tell toi a story about a hotel. This hotel was made for everyone to go and have fun, to meet people like them and to enjoy new friendships. In this hotel are lots of user made fanclubs, the most populaire being the aléatoire fanclub. The aléatoire fanclub was made so that anyone from Twifans to twihaters, wapanese animé otakus to American patriots, dedicated Christians to atheists. But one jour a member of this hotel lit a feu in the aléatoire fanclub, one would think that people would have tried to put it out and some have been but most people just harbored it and preserved it, and they even started lighting fires in other clubs. Now many people who once spent every jour in the hotel had to leave to escape this terrible flame war. It has divisé, split friendships, hardened hearts, and has done other terrible things to the residents of this flame war. There are lots of people like me, people who hide within the hotel and talks only to their Friends and are afraid to associate with the other people in this hotel in hopes not to be burned. But the truth is no matter what toi do toi get burned so I have decided to come out of my shell and warn the residents of the hotel and I hope to end this unstoppable flame war.
How many roads must a man walk down
Before toi call him a man?
How many seas must a white colombe sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Before toi call him a man?
How many seas must a white colombe sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
