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In this imaginary world
I would not be a girl
Should the world of opportunity
Simply open it's doors
I think I'd still work as hard I did before
Though time is of the essence
A moment is very evident in time
To log such a thing as life
Is to see the journey of what it means to be alive
With every photographic memory
Emotion swelling at the scene
Generations can follow to see where you've been
To cover your tracks would be that of a sin
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