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When I didn’t think I had what it took I carried you with me.   I had run out of articles, I begged a friend to print you out.
-To be free is ones desire To be happy is ones wish To be sure is ones safety But yet they sit and reminisce    -I shall not do the same, I'll fight and refuse
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