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The difference.

Oh, how we sung.
We sang those songs together.
Concrete dreams,
pushing out of side walk.

A guitar out of tune,
melodic tastes of sweat
and truth.

That was ours, and ours alone.
Almost reached those stars.
The few we could see.
But oh, I remember how they shined
So brightly.
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