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Hurled into this world
That's just curled
In its own desires
Don't try to put out the fires
Or you'll be lifted higher
In the sky might die
But you stood for something
It will be seen all as nothing
Or maybe as a threat
Go ahead and make them sweat
Make a mark that traps the thought
Just maybe it will end the onslaught

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