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"Have faith in yourself and it will happen,
Have faith in yourself and it will happen,
Have faith in yourself and it will happen,
And the World will come to you,
Boom
And the World will come to you,
Boom."
A song created by Owen after a candlelight dessert of rice cream. Imagine the song sung with full lung gusto and accompanied by fast foot family dancing.
(Shane is off in the wilds of Colorado for the evening enjoying himself on a manly solo adventure. While we are home, burning candles and sweet grass, dancing, singing and blaring Beethoven. Yeah we know we're the epitome of cool.)

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