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#1 Ambition - 8th February 2069
If I could take the giant sun within my arms
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Is all our strife, and all our precious life can earn!
Listen, if you wrote that when you were fifteen, you were doing well. At that age I was still scratching my name, and other unprintables, into the doors in the boys' changing room. And I had to stick my tongue out of the corner of my mouth while I was doing so.