Raph: I’m still surrounded by these four blank walls. Every picture I’ve painted has been taken down. The only difference: I don’t forget the stars anymore. I still believe they will never collapse. Maybe I’m just naïve but I wish and wish and wish. Why am I so unsure? Why do both the past and future haunt me now? Maybe I’ll leave this town when my fears become too strong; maybe I’ll leave this town when the last star falls.
Cam, Raph: Maybe I’ll leave this town when my fears become too strong.
Raph: Maybe I’ll leave this town when my fears become too strong; maybe I’ll leave this town when the last star falls.

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