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In that summer, we met the Source
 
   Back during those months,
   life was on full drive and
   I felt most alive. With the
   man, that man who told
   me his story. He told me
   how he died, and came
   back to life, revived, with
   barrels full of drive. I cried,
   and I didn't even lie. The
   Source, full of pride, see
   him I try, but I need not
   as he changed my life.
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