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I open my eyes
And before me, I see the glimmering of a dozen memories
I open my eyes
And I feel the wind of the past blowing through my hair

I go through my world
And everywhere, I see the glimmering of a hundred opportunities
I go through my world
And I feel the wind of the future blowing through my hair

I think of the stars
And everywhere, I see the glimmering of a thousand friends
I think of the stars
And I feel the wind blowing through my hair

Right now.
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