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Take me again for there is no gain. Every pain in life is like a knife to the heart. And every beat draws closer to the last. Sweet nectar, how sweet are childhood dreams. Joy, butterflies and rainbows in their screams. How young are we at heart that we may remember these dreams. Take me again for there is no gain. Happiness altered by life's bitterness. Hope is what remains in the heart of every tight rope walker, yes I may fall but the dream lives.