We are young, they sing, we are steadfast, we have never compromised, we have so many castles yet to storm.
We are all just tenants here. Even the one thing we believe is ours—the time we’re given on earth—does that belong to us?
Vài người yếu kém trên phương diện nào đó. Người khác nhau thì mặt yếu kém khác nhau.
Você nunca pode deixar de acreditar.
Você nunca pode deixar de acreditar. Essa é a coisa mais importante.
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They look like scarecrows shipping west to be staked in some terrible garden.
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There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day toward success or failure. But no curses.
The way she tucks her ankles up against her bottom. The way her fingers flutter through the space around her. Each a thing he hopes never to forget.
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