Dare To Believe
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Days up and down they come,
Like rain on a conga drum.
Forget most, remember some,
But don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
And nothing is too much to bear.
Where you've been is good and gone,
All you keep is the getting there.
Well, to live is to fly, all low and high.
So shake the dust off of your wings,
And the sleep out of your eyes.
You can call me Brittany.
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