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 I try and try to find myself;
 It"s not so easy as it seems.
 My spirit like a pretty elf
 Is wondering between the beams
 Of stars and comets. They"re so high!
 Where is my place?  I want to know.
 There is no answer. Still I fly
 Between the stars and flakes of snow.


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