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| Introduction | And it scares me, that I have lost my touch, lost my passion, lost my edge. Knowing what is inside me is never easy. Knowing I can soar, That I will be grand. Now I must fight, thrust my sword into the air, And live, just live. Battle to the death, but live. And so it shall begin; the building of men, the marks of grace. My plume shall liberate the shackles on passion. And I will touch again. |
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