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Deep in my mind Imagination was born, Constricted in bind My imagination had torn.   The walls that had lied, That constricted my life Are no longer alive.   Now that I'm free
I used to be here, Didn't we all. History shows, Powerful nations, Always fall. But we never worry, Never show fear.  Just shake our fists,  And drink a beer. No! Don't cry,
to compare it to the first steps of a young calf doesn't do it justice. to say it's like the first flight of an eaglet,  petrifying and liberating, doesn't begin to describe it.
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