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Look up and see the sky.
Open your ears and hear the lies. Close your eyes when you hear them cry. But, my friends, you must start living. You must start living. Don't wait for the world to begin. Don't cry if you don't win. Never deny someone if they want in, unless its them. But, my friends, you must start living. You must start living. Build a ladder to the stars. Ignore your ancient scars. Break through the bars. But, my friends, you must start living. You must start living. No matter how many roads you have to walk. No matter how many people you have to talk to. No matter how many people stalk you. You simply have to start living. Start living. How many times will they ask? To take off what they call our masks. Or to perform their tasks. The answer, my friends, is living, the answer, my friends, is living.
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