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All my life I heard a symphony
Wanted to make it sound.
Someone put these melodies
Into my old heavy head.
All my life I wished to be a songstress
No thy spirit nothing more.
To play for all you looking glass
Looking past all the dust.
The road I took might not work out
But my fire did always burn.
And all my life has been a training
For that day may never come.
If it doesn’t turn out that way
It’s way too small anyway.
It is just a small dream, it is not a tragedy.
Oh, my friend, I wish that you believed in me.
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