The bleak world can be vicious,
We all know this to be true,
But lately I've discovered,
An undeniable clue.
In four ridiculous lines,
I will transmit it to you,
I don't care if you get it,
You may in a year or two:
When life darkens around me,
When the blank sky seems less blue,
I don the poetic lense,
And regain my lost hue.
We all know this to be true,
But lately I've discovered,
An undeniable clue.
In four ridiculous lines,
I will transmit it to you,
I don't care if you get it,
You may in a year or two:
When life darkens around me,
When the blank sky seems less blue,
I don the poetic lense,
And regain my lost hue.
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