Its quarante ans the radar ticks
Aspirations staggering uncertain
Periodical dream swinger
Hear thy overlooked gifts' plea
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We shall explain our reasons better
In gloomy rainbow days,
Sitting before the firelight
Of the smiling nights.
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Where my joy lies,
there my pains grow,
in a slight switch
through the tiny line swift.
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There have been nights when we've cried
When depression pressed incessantly,
when minutes and seconds tick slower like hours and days.
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