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Raise your fist
Smell the air
Taste the fame
We follow our hearts for
This time is fading
We nurture our minds
With a fake lullaby
In this world
Each to their own
Divided Paths
In Overcoming false hopes,
We enter the age of cycles
Freely we take to the air
Not knowing nor-
Caring the end
I won't forget today
It is burned inside
My Brain
We use memories to
Canvas our lives in
Colored means
This is all our
Destiny
In This world.
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