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You think you are good at loving,
Until the world falls apart when
No one dares to call your name loudly.
Hands on the ground you crawl to reach
Upon people’s feet, begging "let me
In, I'm falling for the last catch."
Tamed, played, coveted and planned but
Still inside the box there is hope.
At least you have me to be proud:
"I'm Taiwan and I'm not giving up!"
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