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Maybe I don't really want to know how your garden grows, I just want to fly. Lately did you ever feel the pain in the morning rain as it soaks it to the bone. Maybe I just want to fly. I want to live I don't want to die. Maybe I just want to breath. Maybe I just don't believe. Maybe you're the same as me. We see things they'll never see...
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