path made

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Now I must stop dream

And lets begin living

For all is written on the stars

And I have been there for hours

This life brings dust, brings sparkle

This life brings whatever it desires

My glass must be full

Let the good things last

And the hard this go back, back

Time to create my own road

As I go along this path, I have made


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