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My
spirit's
made
up
of
the
ocean,
and
the
sky,
and
the
sun,
and
the
moon,
and
all
my
eyes
can
see.
I
cannot
go
back
to
your
land
of
gloom,
where
black
jagged
shadows
remind
me
of
the
coming
of
your
doom.
I
want
my
own
land.
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