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So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
— Robert Frost

…in control/Chaos I create

And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.
— Nora Ephron
I try all night to play a pretty note.
— Jimi Hendrix
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