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An unspoken field of golden grass.
The lights so bright, darkness doesn’t last.
All little things in yellow buses.
I dream a place that stews no fusses.
Time won’t bring back that lack of hope,
and not a thing will you have to cope.
Critique my lies, cause they won’t come true,
I only dream a place where the sky is blue.
Don't win, don't lose, just live then die.
Where you won’t ask the question, why?
And live a life without a fight,
there is no trophy for that might.
Not a sword to swing, not a war to win,
but a place where everyone here can begin.
From dust to dawn, world to space,
come everyone here, it's everyone’s place.
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