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Let us together run |
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| Into the depths of hell | ||
| Only each other to remind us | ||
| Of who or what we once were | ||
| Poetry | Let us combine our souls | |
| Lyrics | And together conquer the world | |
| Fiction | We are but what we create | |
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| Children see what's really there, you know. We see a tree, a person, an animal. They see a possibility. Have you ever listened to children playing? They invent the most astounding stories based around something so small as a pebble, a scrap of cloth, a box. | ||
| They're innocent, untouched. We should be like that too. | ||
| Just imagine the possibilities. | ||
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