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O, my Children, darkness comes
swifter than the night; Rush into thy mother’s arms to cast away the fright. Levitate! Levitate! Rise towards the light! O, my Daughters, when love cuts deeper than a knife; Run away, run away lest be buried by life. Levitate! Levitate! Rise above the strife! O, my Sons, the world steals souls even at sunrise; Stand to breakdown and cry else hide the darkness behind your eyes. Levitate! Levitate! Rise beyond disguise!
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