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I. I always said I would live in a city like this when I was old enough to run away and not get caught. And now I live on a hill that overlooks the place I once sketched from dreams.
On the dance floor I skip-step and I twirl; The music slurs and blares in my near-deaf ears; As the beat slows, a boy leaves with his girl, in the dark, a seer watches her fears.
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