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Awakening Myself

Being young
Being wild
Chasing dreams
Feels alive

Underneath the stars
Dancing only starts
When we set it free
Will this always be?

But even the life
If I realized
On a hill up high
Would it be all right?

And yet I
Feeling the rhythm and lines
And yet I
Feeling the marching and heart

Blissful kid or not
It must be mine what I like
Colder breeze or hot
I don't soar or shine

Yet I feel myself all the time
Every time must be all right
I still know that I still try
Is this it, the weight of life?

Well, it does not make me cry
Wake up, awaken yourself
Right, just do another try
Wake up, I bother myself

Being fearless and knowing life?
No, yet it doesn't make me cry
Right, then just push another time
I awaken myself at night

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