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I Believe

I believe in sanctity. Cool by touch, warm of smell, infatuating through hearing. There is no quality I would rather my dear bear have.

I believe in a world where chocolate is free, and flows through all rivers, and all rivers flow north, and we meet in Hamptonshire—just not yet…

I believe I can fly.

I believe I can touch the sky. I think about it every night and day. Spread my wings and fly away…

I believe I can fly.

I believe I can soar.

I believe in open doors… o.O"

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