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Sonnet. Life. |
| My soul wants to dance, to sing There is so much it strives to do To grasp opportunity and what it may bring To reach for the stars, if it wasn't for you. Every little thing that causes my fears Inability to soar that causes me grief Your ceaseless tormenting that causes me tears Can I not conquer and seek relief? Life, they say, is not what it seems We must fight it, or risk losing our dreams. |