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Everything


Everything we’ve come to know, Started as a dream, a hope. A wild idea, an unattainable goal. Then something sparks inside of ourselves, Telling us that nothing is impossible. Sure we have our doubts, And sometimes we think about losing all hope, But that wild idea somehow stays afloat. So when you’re on the edge of just giving up, Remember that everything we’ve come to know, Started as a dream, a hope.
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