I had a vision,
but it was only a dream.
I took a walk
down an empty stream.
I found a party
down on their luck.
The ladies sang,
but no chord was struck.
I found a love,
her heart abused,
and in the end
I, too, felt used.
I tried to laugh,
but cried, instead.
For the life I found
was completely dead.
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