Beneath the vast celestial tapestry
I gaze up at the brilliant silver moon.
Cascading rays of light envelop me
and pierce dark clouds of emptiness and gloom.
I feel my somber spirits lifted high,
as if the moon herself has granted wings
and I can rise into that starry sky
above life's dreary and opressing things.
I dance to distant strains of joyous tunes
and hold hands gently with the silver moon.
I believe there's a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams. -- Aunt May, Spider-Man 2
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