We’re all in this together.
Once we know that. We’re all stars. And we see that. We’re all in this together. And it shows. When we stand. Hand in hand. And make our dreams come true.
(High School Musical lyrics somehow seem more profound in a childish hand. Am not sure why, but there it is. WE’RE ALL STARS.)
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