The year this happens
Will be quite a tragic year
With eyes set on quick recourse
The year this happens
Will be quite an eventful year
With compounds breath bereft
The year this happens
Will be a dwindling year
With reserves put to use
The year this happens
Will be quite a dormant year
With her profits all sacrificed
The year this happens
Will be a year of dishing out
With the underlings utterly ruled out
The year this happens
will be a year of exodus braindrain
with the ship unable to hold all
The year this happens
will be a year of tools' break
with expertise without a call
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