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Make, make, make,
I’ll make it beyond the dark of day
I will swim the sky’s length in the starry night
fly through the depth of water blue
I’ll abseil down the dry desert dunes
run up mountains deep and tall
sail through the icebergs
or walk the length of the Sahara
if at the end of it all, you await
happiness in your hands, outstretched
within my weak grasp.