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Could you feel me leave; and climb so high to see the world at my feet? Steady storms ashore, but I'm the iris and I just want more   It's in the stars: the treble in my heart will be heard on Mars, for  
The stress of this workload Is causing me to go insane. It's starting to hurt my brain, Feeling like it's going to burst And cause eternal pain. I start to question At the end of the road,
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