riDiNg tHE stORM!
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When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
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I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star.
Everyone stops, points up and gasps 'Oh look at that' Then whoosh,
and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again..
and they won't be able to forget me ever.
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I think of myself as a
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