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Not I
Look at them dance,
Look at them fly
Look how they glisten,
Under starry sky's
See how they're free,
All they can be
Watch as their spirits run dry
Should I be happy, or should I be sad?,
Should I enjoy what I don't have?
Yet as the night finally dies,
And we say our goodbyes,
I wish I was them,
Not I.
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