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She's a star but stars are in the sky.
With every move of my mop I am dying. People are stepping on me as they step on the garbage lying on the floor.
What can I feel for the person I have never met in real life? I can't even be offended.
I wonder if your eyes are searching for me like mine are searching for you.
Working for my dream, I started to forget what I'm working for and what I'm fighting for.

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