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The Year

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It was another year
The time for wishes of peace
Yet the world was going crazy
Only cold winds are blowing

Helping out others
Is now replaced with helping one self
Giving of self for others
Has turned to taking all you can get

Take down the lights
Let the darkness reign
No point in looking for hope
What cheer is there really?

Seeking for shelter
Where dreams are pleasant
Some where safe to hide
A place for all that care

In another year
They talk of peace again
Will the world still be as crazy?
If only it could be
 
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