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As you walk into the day,
Like a movie still-advanced,
You feel the sun kiss your face.
You want to run and hide.
The fear builds it's lair,
so that not only do you feel it,
You are it.
You see the day in all it's glory.
Every colour is a beem of light within itself.
Every bird, tree and cloud are a crystal ball.
Every detail another wonder to endure.
The overwhelming sense of joy is like an angel in hell.
You free it.
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