| We’d gather around
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| All in a room
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| Fasten our belts
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| Engage in dialogue
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| We’d all slow down
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| Rest without guilt
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| Not lie without fear
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| Disagree sans judgement
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| We would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive
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| And enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge
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| and open and reach out and speak up
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| This is utopia, this is my utopia
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| This is my ideal, my end in sight
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| Utopia, this is my utopia
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| This is my nirvana
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| My ultimate
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| We’d open our arms
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| We’d all jump in
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| We’d all coast down into safety nets
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| We would share and listen and support and welcome
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| Be propelled by passion, not invest in outcomes
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| We would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference
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| Be gentle and make room for every emotion
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| This is utopia, this is my utopia
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| This is my ideal, my end in sight
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| Utopia, this is my utopia
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| This is my nirvana
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| My ultimate
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| We’d provide forums
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| We’d all speak out
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| We’d all be heard
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| We’d all feel seen
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| We’d rise post-obstacle more defined, more grateful
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| We would heal be humbled and be unstoppable
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| We’d hold close and let go and know when to do which
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| We’d release and disarm and stand up and feel safe
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| This is utopia, this is my utopia
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| This is my ideal, my end in sight
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| Utopia, this is my utopia
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| This is my nirvana
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| My ultimate |