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When this bright shine will come to disillusion,
We'll sit again at a bare plain,
And all these deeds that turned to be in vain,
Will give us sense of pity and confusion.
We knew t'was violation and intrusion,
We knew t'was just for money and for fame,
But we believed there'd be another day
To cure, to console, to seek solution.
We tried just to survive, what's wrong with that?
That's our right no less than all these creatures'.
And, after all, that's only human nature...
We can explain, we have some words to add...
But Life seems to require for something major,
And all these words are all the same as dead.
5th, March, 2012.
When this bright shine will come to disillusion...
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