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Way up in the sky above the towns, cities, above the oceans, the country, above the clouds, the world ceases to trouble, concern, stress, and hurt; the world ceases to cry, shout, and harry about.
  I've been waiting for a while but I found out that this is my moment, No more stalling because I have become my own opponent, Bearing myself up striving to achieve perfection,
It’s music note coming at you Throwing these facts down so you’ll understand where I’m coming from I mean the point of me stating these facts
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