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My hands shiver as I write them
My ears strain as I hear them
My heart pounds as I love them
There’s nothing more than greatness in them
Though sometimes good, there’s evil in them
When other’s fail, there’s courage in them
My voice quivers as I speak them
There’s nothing more than hope in them
I open my eyes to try to see them
The air spins to try to grab them
The world shakes to try to stop them
There’s nothing more than immortality in them
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