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Some of us don't get far
Coz we just get tired;
But we don't coz we can't.
We are not big trees;
We are seeds
Stuck in a plaid of earth
With no grand tales,
Seem cursed and wan.
And as the great oaks
Ache to touch the sky,
We seeds stretch to tear
Our skin and bleed
For the first leaf to sprout
Weak and pale to look up,
To start a life of grief
and of pain and then
Gain.
We go on and do great things
With the li'l that we have.
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