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Feel alike you've been through a war?
You say you relish it, yet you failed to soar.
With numerous salvos, you ignite brightly.
Indeed, you will be rewarded blithely.

I'll be gone soon; often I must leave.
Maybe there's punter room in line to believe.
I'm getting aboard a speedy train just now.
You've given it your all to beat there; how?

But you can't seem to draw a release.
Your mind will snap, and you'll lose peace.
It's your lifeblood, and I need a break.
Sweet Sista Jane, it feels as pain ne'er forsake.

You may stress faith or attend the council.
But ideas are racing, riling psychic arousal.
Moreover, you are a walking paradox.
Nothing I stated even rang in your box.

I can stay until morning; you realize it's late.
Isn't it elating to be riding through a golden gate?
You've given it all you had to reach there.
Still, you are unable to secure your share.
 
But you can't seem to beget a release.
Your mind will snap, and you'll lose peace.
It's your lifeblood, and I need a break.
Sweet Sista Jane, it feels as pain ne'er forsake.

Sweet Sista Jane, you will endure the agony.
A war rages in the depths of your waggery.
With your silent fight, cracks will soon appear.
Your pain is growing behind a grin; it will smear.

Do you sense the gravity of the instance? 
Where should I implement the insistence?
Is the turbulence inside you worthy of a war?
You are shown to be in favor of the explore.

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