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Half past breaking dawn
Sun peeks out as if to say,
“Hello, my friend.”
Windows shut,
Blinds drawn.
Gone doubtin’ ourselves again.
Neden, dost arkadasim, neden?
A lifetime in 23 seasons reduced.
Neden, dost arkadasim, neden?
My, how you built us up!
Built—
--to break!
When reality’s fragile sands
Failed
To turn us into the image in your mind.
Pourquoi, mon amie, pourquoi?
A lifetime, to six seasons reduced.
Pourquoi, mon amie, pourquoi?
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