Need
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Realms of the past Vast is the future But they don't last Infinite, that's where it is But no one can tell you that. Mysterious dreams, Where will they lead? Don't we all fill the need. Need to know, Why does it snow? We need to know? Raindrops come and go, Childrens fantasy, With hopes of truth. Where are our roots? Generations of millions, Diverse and unknown. Need to know? We do need to know, Where we come from? We need to know.
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