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We run, make haste,
Use fork, use paste

Our weary souls we drape with worry,
Our dreams have all gone and scurry

Have we forgotten our plans to the moon?
Or rocking out to a solid tune?

Do not forget my little mice,
Life rarely gives you chances thrice

We are meant for soaring above,
High on the winds like the snow white dove

Do not forget your love’s champagne,
A beautiful night for two to gain

Forget not these words my new found kin,
Find new life that you may dive in


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