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I spoke alone and then I thought
What are we here if not
one hundred thousand people
waiting on something new
something different
something true
a new experience

What are we here if the one we love
is a hundred thousand miles away
and all we want to become
and what we need to be
went away with the rain in the day
It's something better, something new
but something
somehow the same

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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