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Dedicated to my help:
The runaway friend and the little to reckless one.

Without seizing
The control of my mind
I bend against
The breaking glass
The shattering hearts
The covering masks

I hope to find
That single break
That hopeful spark
That last hooray

With doors at their close
And people begin to wave
Let's sing this song
And hope for praise

For the people may suffer
The children might cry
But the wold still turns
And time says goodbye

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