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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=51baa0d49994af00a51751eb91f1ef1b'>archives</a><BR>"You'll be famous one day"
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But what about you?
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I was special once,
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As all children are;
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It lasted through the perils
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of adolescence, but I can see
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it withering in adulthood,
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as I see it fading in the eyes
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of those who look to me.
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It's a line you cross but
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Can't see
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For half a decade-
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where your life becomes
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what you made of your plans
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rather than the plans you made-
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Oh, it's not a tragedy.
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I said life is a gift and
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I meant any life at all,
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and to expect all of your dreams
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to come true is-
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-you know what that is. But
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can't you still be famous?
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For me?
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