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                                                                         From the man in the back with a heart of gold sitting beside his mother.

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                                                                         From his mother who is having the time of her life because it's coming to an end.

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                                                                         From the girl in the front row with the abusive father and dead mother whom she feels watching over her shoulder.

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                                                                         From the old veteran next to her holding a picture frame of his late wife and a daffodil repeating the words "to new beginnings".

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                                                                         From the little boy watching from the balcony trying to understand why mommy is crying now.

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                                                                         From his mother, the thirty-year old divorcee, crying because the music is over and the curtains are closing and she felt free before the end.

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                                                                         Because this place holds freedom from the real world's problems when we do not want to face them.

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                                                                         To hold onto that freedom.