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To dream the impossible dream, sure.
To fight the unbeatable foe, apparently.
To bear with unbearable sorrow, OK.
To right the unrightable wrong, please.
To fight when your arms are too weary, I guess.
To love pure and chaste from afar, forget that.
To modify without fear of deletion, This is my quest
to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far.
And the world will be better for this, that one man
scorned and covered with scars, still strove with his last ounce of courage, to reach the unreachable starrrrrr.
Now everyone.
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Mike McCarty
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