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I look out into the vast blueness of the sky,
wondering to myself, where it comes from.

Then, I look at the horizon,
it looks like a great fire,
but, not a devistating fire.

It looks like a fire,
a light burning.

It symbolizes a great signal,
for all of us.

It screams out to us,
“You are the future,
OUR future,”.

Can’t you hear it.
I do.

I hear it,
as the great fire,
reflects off the blackness of my eyes.

As the fire grows bigger,
screaming even louder.
Listen.

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