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I'm supposed to run with the lions instead I run along side them somewhere amongst the tree line I'm a flame turned wild fire I'm supposed to run with the wild horses freely flowing manes I still maintain will freely flowing pain I trace my steps by remembering where I've been but never turning back to rewalk any of them I fight with the dinosaurs I jump with the kangaroos this is me I will make it!
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