Unreal, K.Condron
There was asleep it went awake
Genuine became a fake
Night was day and day was night
To hear was deaf and blind was sight
Tall was short and wide was thin
Silence was a noisy din
Fast was slow hot was cold
Being young was being old
And there was peace on Earth
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