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Word by word I rise,

line by line I fall.

Destiny seems to be supreme,

breath by breath I recall.

All the stars shining around,

hoping one would lay down and admire.

But one is busy in hopping for burried diamonds,

sullied the wishes in rotten attire.

Standing in dusk waiting for dawn,

crawling in dawn to harrow in rain.

We spend the moments unfinished,

dreaming for neverland where life is unstained