It gets cold sometimes when its warm
Sunshine can't light up your day
Sounds mute in all the noise
Fear grips you admist joy
Strangers to Friends to Strangers to Friends
An endless tale with a single word moral
The roads are easier when they get longer
Shorter distances get cruel
Bitter can be better
And faux can be nicer
So, I wonder and then I don't
there is point here but then maybe not
Contradictions...
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