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You Stand On The Blind Side Of Your Fence

Let's clear the air on this immediately.
I was not born yesterday.
Or the day before.
Sometimes there is no need,
For you to utter a single word.
Whatever it is coming out of your mouth,
I've already heard before.
And on that I am willing to bet.

But for you to accuse me of not understanding?
You are wrong.
And,
You stand on the blind side of your fence.
Every emotional plot, scheme and weapon,
You have had to feel to get your point across...
I was the one you tested.
Remember?

And 'if' I saved the tears you've cried,
We'd both be standing in a six foot pool...
Full of your wet and yet to drain insecurities.

So do not tell me,
I have been unempathetic or impatient.

Now...
If you had asked me if you get on my nerves?
That answer would be YES!

'But...
I didn't ask you that.'

You didn't have to!
That answer would be YES!
Use it for future reference.

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You Will Remember

You will remember me
As time passes away for a little while,
When shadow and fragrance has gone,
You will remember the last smile,
On the day a gentle kissed you gave
Made my soul cried for just a while,
And when you quietly held my hand,
The ribbons of broken flags wave,
Feelings politely tried to understand.
Goodbye to lives intrinsically enjoined,
In the future God had planned.
When we both will go far way,
Into another day of a distinct land,
Remember me when you pray.
I should like to hear your voice,
Once, if you forget what I look like,
Then whisper my name in the air.
And afterwards remember to rejoice,
With memories as though I am right there,
Do not be sorry when broken and contrite
For you was my special choice.
If memory leaves only the silence,
And if I see you once before I go,
With the heritage of thoughts we had.
It is far better that I should know,
Than you should live and be sad.

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You Will Destroy The World With Hatred

1,2!
You are between the choice of love and hatred;

3,4!
But, i am walking along with the right mind to choose love.

5,6!
However, the choice is yours in this world of beautiful roses;

7,8!
But, the world today is being destroyed by us with hatred! !

9,10!
All the same, if you choose love, you will always live in peace.

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Maybe You'll Be Able to Hear

If you do not want to face reality,
At least get out of my way.
You are blocking mine.
I choose to see!

I like to acknowledge those things,
Coming my way.
And those denials?
Can get you struck by a truck.
And having good luck these days...
Is not worth the wait.
Too many have hesitated for too long.
And for them it's too late!

If you don't want to use your mind,
Try to open your eyes and ears.
This will give you a clue as to what approaches.
If you can not see it?
Perhaps, if you wish, you will be able to hear!
But who knows?
When the mind goes...
What choices are left?

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You will love, the dead.

A friend I loved
a friend I wanted
a friend I needed
a friend I adored
but she never believed

a friend I respected most
a friend I cared most
a friend I believed most
a friend I trusted most
a friend I wrote to most
she is now the one I ignore most.

a friend I most thought about
a friend I wished for the best.
I will always never know the best
a friend whio turned to be the beast
in all my love like a predator in forest

I was harmless to her like a dove
I wish I could live as brave as a lion
the girl I gave a valentine day to run.
See she is furious on me like eagle.
She is as crue as death, to my life
she is fierce to me as a grave
all I know, if you come back
you hate me, only you will love me
when Iam dead,

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The Way You Will Be

Life presses on
With a force of its own
People are carried along
Like leaves in wind
Having no power or will
Having no control on their destination or destiny
But some people entrench
They root themselves firmly on the ground
And refuse to be carried around powerlessly
They create their personal destiny
And command their destination
This is The Way You Will Be
Because you are special, My Friend!
Because you were always special, My Friend
And, you will always be special, My Friend
Do you know what makes you special?
It is your personality, your qualities, your strengths, your liveliness, your loveliness, your optimism, your brightness, your talent, your positive energy, your warmth, your sensitivity, your courage, and even your adventurism
My Friend! look at yourself right now in a mirror
Then think and look inside yourself
You will see the truthfulness of what I say
And who am I?
I am your mirror-image, your counterpart, your partner, your soul-mate, your friend, your admirer, your mentor and always your well-wisher
And why am I?
Because you are so very generous to give me all these roles

My Friend!
What is The Way You Will Be?
You will be happy and fulfilled and successful and satisfied and respected and cherished and loved and cared for and waited upon and vied for and wanted and protected
You will be the master of your own destiny, writer of your own fate, builder of your own life and icon of strength and inspiration for others
My Friend!
This is The Way You Will Be

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You Will Be Okay in Life

You will be okay in life and,
You will meet the glory of the Creator! !
For your positive works are seen by all of us;
And like the muse of joy in the land of peace.

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So You Will Know Where You Will End

I stopped being nice
To be happy for once
And so today
you will find the word
No
in my dictionary,
I will keep things
Short and sweet
I won’t gabble
I won’t give you
A rope to hang you with
I won’t engage
And apologize
Or even explain
I won’t give you the
Fuel to use against me
And I get my 'no'
In quickly
I set the marker
Right from the
Beginning
So you will
Know where
You will end.

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You Can Take The Wings Off Me

(t. seals, e. setser)
Now Ive never been in with the fast crowd
Ive never been closer than just a little over the line
I know those nights Id find great temptations
I go home to bed alone
Pull the covers up over my mind
I let it go by and said Id save my feelings
But until I met you
I hardly used them at all
I should say no
Oh whoah I dont want to
Honey you will be the first one
To watch this angel fall
So you can take the wings off me
Lay them down so carefully
Hold me close tonight youll see
I am yours and you can take the wings off me
Oh you can take the wings off me
Oh lay them down so carefully
Oh I should say no
Oh whoah I dont want to
I am yours and you can take the wings off me

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How Did You Get Past The Guards

Whatever you deem,
At the time...
Is important,
To you.
Let whatever it is at that time,
Be important.

That's the same way I feel about my time,
You take for granted...
Whenever you feel okay,
To dropp by unexpectedly...
To make your time,
The time I am not feeling.

Whatever you deem,
At the time...
Is important,
To you.
Let whatever it is at that time,
Be important.

But do not think for one moment,
My time...
Is not important to me.
And not a second of it do I plan to share!
Or...
Will be convinced that I should.

You are on the East side of this rainbow.
How did you get past the guards?
I keep telling them,
No visitors.
You...
Must have been annoying them for too long!

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Come Along And Say You Will

Come along and say you will,
Be the one to change the meaning
Of the writing on the wall
The lonely politician
is lying in the hall.
Come along and say you can,
Be the one to take this feeling,
I'll never understand,
Why walk around the center
With a nail through your hand?
It's another way to run,
It's a lonely weekend
And what have you done?
You know you got
a reason to run, babe
You know you got
a reason to hide, babe
Come along and say you will,
Be the one to change the meaning
Of the writing on the wall
The lonely politician
is lying in the hall.
It's another way to run,
It's a lonely weekend
And what have you done?
You know you got
a reason to run, babe
You know you got
a reason to hide, babe.
Come along and say you can,
Be the one to take this feeling,
I'll never understand,
Why walk around the center
With a nail through your hand?

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And always you will find...

And always you will find a woman's hand,
Which, being fresh and light,
With pity and with love,
You, as a brother, will alleviate.
And always you will find a woman's shoulder,
In which you can breathe in a passion
And lean to it with a dissipated head,
Entrusting your mutinous dream by that.
And alway you will find the woman's eyes,
Which, by the damping of your inner pain,
Or may be not entire, but the part,
Can see your suffering that day.
But there exists one woman's hand,
Which is especially sweet,
When touching your exhausted forehead,
It's like the eternity and destiny.
But there exists one woman's shoulder,
Which's given once by the unknown purpose
Not only for night, but, surely, for all time -
You realized that long ago.
But there exist one woman's eyes,
Which look at you with the lasting sadness,
And they are till the end of life -
The eyes of your Love and your Conscience.

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I will write a poem that will say the truth

This poem I will write and it will tell the truth
The candid truth, the whole candid truth and nothing
But the miserable truth
And this will hurt you and all of you who consider me a friend
The words are carefully chosen and the
Lines screened with so much introspection
This poem will tell you who you really are
No holds bar, no second thoughts
No consideration at all that you may hate me
I, who want, always to be loved and be popular
I am tired of lying and telling what is not in my mind,
I will now write the truth about you and the whole world,
This poem will hurt you and this world
And the whole world will be angry about me writing this poem,
This poem will bring you into harsh awakenings
And this will surely shake you and hurt you and you will never
Talk to me again and you will wish me ill and you will curse the day that I was born.
This poem will make you hate me forever but for one thing
I still have no courage to show it to you, perhaps later when I am
All ready to be despised, hated and finally discarded from your minds.

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You Will Go To A Place

One day you will go to a place
And I will not be there
Maybe by spring you will sit
Next to motionlessness
Brokenhearted
Deeply thinking about me
But I will not be there...


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The dark side

The dark side
is a cloud the covers your nice day
you feel so alone
I feel like I've been there before
maybe i have
The dark side
takes you away from what you love
and who you love
when you are on the dark side
no one loves you
The dark side
makes you lose your mind
when your in the dark side
you can't go back
you will have regrets
but they will never let you go back
they haunt you for everything that you done
On the dark side

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The Other Side

The waiting game is over, no need for pretending, we were meant to be
Its only getting stronger, the love I feel for you, its no mystery
Ive got to find some way to tell you, though our world seems far apart
It just dont have to be
The time has come to testify, all the feelings Ive been holding back
Its time to set them free
Chorus:
Ive been watching you from the other side
Ive been wanting to hold you through the night
Ive got to find my way to the other side
I want to hold you tonight and forever
The moment that I saw you
I knew inside my heart, all my dreams would come true
I know it took some time to realize
A love we cant deny, Ive got to see it through
Chorus
I want to be the one who loves you, now and forever
I want to take my place beside you
I want to be the one to hold you, now and forever
I will meet you there on the other side
(instrumental break)
Chorus repeats 2x
From the other side, from the other side
I want to hold you tonight and forever

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By the Fire-side

I

How well I know what I mean to do
When the long dark Autumn evenings come:
And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue?
With the music of all thy voices, dumb
In life's November too!

II

I shall be found by the fire, suppose,
O'er a great wise book as beseemeth age,
While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows
And I turn the page, and I turn the page,
Not verse now, only prose!

III

Till the young ones whisper, finger on lip,
"There he is at it, deep in Greek:
Now then, or never, out we slip
To cut from the hazels by the creek
A mainmast for our ship!"

IV

I shall be at it indeed, my friends:
Greek puts already on either side
Such a branch-work forth as soon extends
To a vista opening far and wide,
And I pass out where it ends.

V

The outside-frame, like your hazel-trees:
But the inside-archway widens fast,
And a rarer sort succeeds to these,
And we slope to Italy at last
And youth, by green degrees.

VI

I follow wherever I am led,
Knowing so well the leader's hand:
Oh woman-country, wooed not wed,
Loved all the more by earth's male-lands,
Laid to their hearts instead!

VII

Look at the ruined chapel again
Half way up in the Alpine gorge!
Is that a tower, I point you plain,
Or is it a mill, or an iron forge
Breaks solitude in vain?

VIII

A turn, and we stand in the heart of things;
The woods are round us, heaped and dim;
From slab to slab how it slips and springs,
The thread of water single and slim,
Thro' the ravage some torrent brings!

IX

Does it feed the little lake below?
That speck of white just on its marge
Is Pella; see, in the evening glow
How sharp the silver spear-heads charge
When Alp meets Heaven in snow!

X

On our other side is the straight-up rock;
And a path is kept 'twixt the gorge and it
By boulder-stones where lichens mock
The marks on a moth, and small ferns fit
Their teeth to the polished block.

XI

Oh the sense of the yellow mountain-flowers,
And the thorny balls, each three in one,
The chestnuts throw on our path in showers!
For the drop of the woodland fruit's begun
These early November hours,

XII

That crimson the creeper's leaf across
Like a splash of blood, intense, abrupt,
O'er a shield else gold from rim to boss,
And lay it for show on the fairy-cupped
Elf-needled mat of moss,

XIII

By the rose-flesh mushrooms, undivulged
Last evening—nay, in to-day's first dew
Yon sudden coral nipple bulged
Where a freaked fawn-coloured flaky crew
Of toadstools peep indulged.

XIV

And yonder, at foot of the fronting ridge
That takes the turn to a range beyond,
Is the chapel reached by the one-arched bridge
Where the water is stopped in a stagnant pond
Danced over by the midge.

XV

The chapel and bridge are of stone alike,
Blackish gray and mostly wet;
Cut hemp-stalks steep in the narrow dyke.
See here again, how the lichens fret
And the roots of the ivy strike!

XVI

Poor little place, where its one priest comes
On a festa-day, if he comes at all,
To the dozen folk from their scattered homes,
Gathered within that precinct small
By the dozen ways one roams—

XVII

To drop from the charcoal-burners' huts,
Or climb from the hemp-dressers' low shed,
Leave the grange where the woodman stores his nuts,
Or the wattled cote where the fowlers spread
Their gear on the rock's bare juts.

XVIII

It has some pretension too, this front,
With its bit of fresco half-moon-wise
Set over the porch, Art's early wont:
'Tis John in the Desert, I surmise,
But has borne the weather's brunt—

XIX

Not from the fault of the builder, though,
For a pent-house properly projects
Where three carved beams make a certain show,
Dating—good thought of our architect's
'Five, six, nine, he lets you know.

XX

And all day long a bird sings there,
And a stray sheep drinks at the pond at times;
The place is silent and aware;
It has had its scenes, its joys and crimes,
But that is its own affair.

XXI

My perfect wife, my Leonor,
Oh heart, my own, oh eyes, mine too,
Whom else could I dare look backward for,
With whom beside should I dare pursue
The path gray heads abhor?

XXII

For it leads to a crag's sheer edge with them;
Youth, flowery all the way, there stops—
Not they; age threatens and they contemn,
Till they reach the gulf wherein youth drops,
One inch from life's safe hem!

XXIII

With me, youth led . . . I will speak now,
No longer watch you as you sit
Reading by fire-light, that great brow
And the spirit-small hand propping it
Mutely, my heart knows how—

XXIV

When, if I think but deep enough,
You are wont to answer, prompt as rhyme;
And you, too, find without rebuff
The response your soul seeks many a time
Piercing its fine flesh-stuff.

XXV

My own, confirm me! If I tread
This path back, is it not in pride
To think how little I dreamed it led
To an age so blest that, by its side,
Youth seems the waste instead?

XXVI

My own, see where the years conduct!
At first, 'twas something our two souls
Should mix as mists do; each is sucked
In each now: on, the new stream rolls,
Whatever rocks obstruct.

XXVII

Think, when our one soul understands
The great Word which makes all things new,
When earth breaks up and Heaven expands,
How will the change strike me and you
In the house not made with hands?

XXVIII

Oh I must feel your brain prompt mine,
Your heart anticipate my heart,
You must be just before, in fine,
See and make me see, for your part,
New depths of the Divine!

XXIX

But who could have expected this
When we two drew together first
Just for the obvious human bliss,
To satisfy life's daily thirst
With a thing men seldom miss?

XXX

Come back with me to the first of all,
Let us lean and love it over again,
Let us now forget and now recall,
Break the rosary in a pearly rain,
And gather what we let fall!

XXXI

What did I say?—that a small bird sings
All day long, save when a brown pair
Of hawks from the wood float with wide wings
Strained to a bell: 'gainst the noonday glare
You count the streaks and rings.

XXXII

But at afternoon or almost eve
'Tis better; then the silence grows
To that degree, you half believe
It must get rid of what it knows,
Its bosom does so heave.

XXXIII

Hither we walked, then, side by side,
Arm in arm and cheek to cheek,
And still I questioned or replied,
While my heart, convulsed to really speak,
Lay choking in its pride.

XXXIV

Silent the crumbling bridge we cross,
And pity and praise the chapel sweet,
And care about the fresco's loss,
And wish for our souls a like retreat,
And wonder at the moss.

XXXV

Stoop and kneel on the settle under,
Look through the window's grated square:
Nothing to see! For fear of plunder,
The cross is down and the altar bare,
As if thieves don't fear thunder.

XXXVI

We stoop and look in through the grate,
See the little porch and rustic door,
Read duly the dead builder's date;
Then cross the bridge we crossed before,
Take the path again—but wait!

XXXVII

Oh moment, one and infinite!
The water slips o'er stock and stone;
The West is tender, hardly bright:
How grey at once is the evening grown—
One star, its chrysolite!

XXXVIII

We two stood there with never a third,
But each by each, as each knew well:
The sights we saw and the sounds we heard,
The lights and the shades made up a spell
Till the trouble grew and stirred.

XXXIX

Oh, the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away!
How a sound shall quicken content to bliss,
Or a breath suspend the blood's best play,
And life be a proof of this!

XL

Had she willed it, still had stood the screen
So slight, so sure, 'twixt my love and her:
I could fix her face with a guard between,
And find her soul as when friends confer,
Friends—lovers that might have been.

XLI

For my heart had a touch of the woodland-time,
Wanting to sleep now over its best.
Shake the whole tree in the summer-prime,
But bring to the last leaf no such test!
"Hold the last fast!" says the rhyme.

XLII

For a chance to make your little much,
To gain a lover and lose a friend,
Venture the tree and a myriad such,
When nothing you mar but the year can mend:
But a last leaf—fear to touch!

XLIII

Yet should it unfasten itself and fall
Eddying down till it find your face
At some slight wind—best chance of all!
Be your heart henceforth its dwelling-place
You trembled to forestall!

XLIV

Worth how well, those dark grey eyes,
That hair so dark and dear, how worth
That a man should strive and agonize,
And taste a very hell on earth
For the hope of such a prize!

XLV

You might have turned and tried a man,
Set him a space to weary and wear,
And prove which suited more your plan,
His best of hope or his worst despair,
Yet end as he began.

XLVI

But you spared me this, like the heart you are,
And filled my empty heart at a word.
If two lives join, there is oft a scar,
They are one and one, with a shadowy third;
One near one is too far.

XLVII

A moment after, and hands unseen
Were hanging the night around us fast;
But we knew that a bar was broken between
Life and life: we were mixed at last
In spite of the mortal screen.

XLVIII

The forests had done it; there they stood;
We caught for a moment the powers at play:
They had mingled us so, for once and for good,
Their work was done—we might go or stay,
They relapsed to their ancient mood.

XLIX

How the world is made for each of us!
How all we perceive and know in it
Tends to some moment's product thus,
When a soul declares itself—to wit,
By its fruit—the thing it does!

L

Be hate that fruit or love that fruit,
It forwards the general deed of man,
And each of the Many helps to recruit
The life of the race by a general plan;
Each living his own, to boot.

LI

I am named and known by that hour's feat;
There took my station and degree;
So grew my own small life complete,
As nature obtained her best of me
One born to love you, sweet!

LII

And to watch you sink by the fire-side now
Back again, as you mutely sit
Musing by fire-light, that great brow
And the spirit-small hand propping it,
Yonder, my heart knows how!

LIII

So the earth has gained by one man the more,
And the gain of earth must be heaven's gain too;
And the whole is well worth thinking o'er
When the autumn comes: which I mean to do
One day, as I said before.

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Once From Their Sight 'Your' Treasures Leave

As long as someone 'assumes' there is a benefit,
You will be shown some aspect of respect.
By those who prioritize the feeding of their needs.

And you might be left to believe,
Any attention you receive from them...
Is a result of your radiant personality.

There is nothing wrong with 'your' perception.
If from them you now get a wished reception.
In an atmosphere of shared embellishments.
We all keep some delusions handy and accessible.

However,
This is generally the 'observed' scenerio:
If you have nothing others can value,
Or 'things' available that impress...
On sight and can be used.
To address 'their' hangups and insecurities?
No one is brave enough to face seriously.
You will not maintain their attention!

Listen...
Maybe with a mention of disgust on their lips.
That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!

This is felt as you will witness this.
Especially once from their sight,
'Your' treasures leave!

That's just how it is when people are first taught,
To worship...
And 'prey'
On others with a solicitation that leeches,
In support of their greed!

That's just how it is...
In the land of 'opportunity'.
Where the breeding of this has yet to cease.

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Hate Me

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

I want to show the lie you're living in.
But I won't cause you can't accept the truth.
You're an abscess that just wont go away.
The pain is here to stay.
A message I'm here to relay.

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I just don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

The signs have been so obvious.
Why can't you see?
A blind man at least has a cane as he walks down the street.
Are you ready for the fall.
I'm sorry but I won't pick you back up again.
I already have once came to your defense.

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I just don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

Why is it so hard to let go?
I just want to let the frost grow.
Let the distance divide.
Never melt this ice off my heart again.
Neither of us are what we once were.
Does that even bother you?

The signs have been so obvious.
Why can't you see.
A blind man at least has a cane as he walks down the street.
Are you ready for the fall.
I'm sorry but I won't pick you back up again.
I already have once came to your defense.

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I just don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

I want to show the lie you're living in.
But I won't cause you can't accept the truth.
You're an abscess that just wont go away.
The pain is here to stay.
A message I'm here to relay.

Okay, Okay, Okay.
I will not be sucked in.
I'm sorry my friend.
But that's just not happening.
It's time reverse course.
Raise the sail to catch the wind going the other direction.

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I just don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

So please by all means.
Do whatever you can do to bring the pain.
It will not even leave a stain.
No scars upon my stars.
They're as they were.
They're as they are.

You want to hate me.
All I have to say is fine I just don't care.
It's not my fault no matter how you play it.
It was all manipulated.
Another fight has been instigated.
With feelings of agitation,

The words are final.
Written and carved into this granite stone.
I'll still remember when your gone.
All I see now is another rising dawn.
With cries and smiles setting the landscapes colors.
That little black dot is all that is left of what was once of you.

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Until you heal the wounds of your past, You will continue to bleed into the future,

Until you heal the wounds of your past,

You will continue to bleed into the future,

One can own ones past, but you can heal,


Move on I was told, by a human heart, mine,


A statement I read,


'Until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed into the future.'


Gave me the the words,

I now own my future,

My human heart told me, it is time,


I own my past,


Now the past is misplaced,


It will rear it's ugly head, from time to time,


But the future is mine to keep,


Beyond all past examples, the future is mine,


Not knowing the future is exciting,


But it's mine to dream.

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