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Concert with Power I’m standing in the frontline just before the stage People are pushing and shouting as I’m standing in a cage. I sense the artist’s feelings as he sings It brings me into an ecstasy as flying without wings. They are shouting whaau, whaau, whaau If you turn around you’ll see a huge crowd move It is a beautiful sight like the barley in the fields When the wind lets the barley wave, it’s a groove. The artist sees the phenomenon behind a glass shield. Luckily I am standing with the world’s best boy, We are standing closely,
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