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Once there was a boy named Jack, Whose family was in a state of lack, To correct their financial down, Jack was sent to town,  There he would make good of his vow, And trade riches for his family' cow,
  Caught between one life and the next, the ground cracks beneath my feet, singing. Throw yourself, it croons, ageless volcanoes humming up through jagged earth. My heart breaks, tugging me forward,
Dare I ask what tomorrow brings Another day of temptation to reach my hope Yet I am prepared, even if it stings  
"yes, i have  traversed the
I set it upYou listen
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