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Fear's a thing we don't entail,
fear's the reason we won't fail. Fear's what keeps us up at night, fear's what lets us win the fight. Fear is how we built the world, fear hopes the place will come unfurled. But fear's a funny thing you know, we feed it, but it never grows. It stays the same, it can't expand, It is limited by our own hand. Because it never wants to die, fear is nothing but a lie.
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