the world was upside down.
Nothing golden then could ever stay.
Smoke and mirrors, all came down,
our world was still and small.
Maybe it was meant to be this way.
Vim and vigor, we got up,
we pieced our lives anew.
Broken hearts are wiser for their pain.
Morning breaks, a new day dawns
the black of night retreats.
Every morning it will be the same.
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