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You were made for beautiful things. You were made to touch the stars. You were made to dream of blue oceans or what it's like to touch Mars. To never see the air, but to always know it's there. to live a thousand nights and dance a thousand songs to taste a thousand sunrises and in each dying moment, a lesson learned. A page is turned, there's no regret and there's always tomorrow, and the butterflies carry away each blue drop of sorrow. Love your life. breathe it in cherish your world There's always a new beginning When you reach the end.
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