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Yes, we swallow the white hot glories,
protest the ages as we wilt,
plant our flags on soils fragile
and dream of life sweetly remembered.
When were days filled with bliss?
when the hot rays illuminated the earth?
when the rain fell and the sun shined behind
the clouds with ethereal light?
When we sailed between light and dark
into the realms of our hearts?
Everything now is just pretend.