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The stage Where smoothly stuttering movements Are their own brand of finesse, Is the stage upon which I wish to waltz  For the rest of my Audaciously authentic, Dazzling days.
See the Light Watch its smile Across my sight Creating my style   My struggle you must Never understand But brush the Dust From this brand   Assist my comfort
We survive in a world of consumption No compassion for the surrounding How can we agree that we even live
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