All those expectations, try not to throw them all away,
May the sunrise touch your face with his glove,
And as it rises, he ilghts up all the horizon,
And see my friend, what can you tell down the hill,
What was shadow now has a shape, now it's a goal,
You just have to run upon them, and see for your self,
That what you didn't see before,
Is what you were expecting.
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