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Perfect Situation |
When I'm hammered, I'm left enamored And content With the Fate Lady luck's prescribed.
Though we never Will land together, We're fledglings With new wings To take to the sky.
I ponder your passion To pursue aspirations And wonder what magic You'll perform upon nations
And I speculate the odds Given a perfect situation In a parallel universe If I'd rise to the occasion.