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To the stupid lies we tell
and the petty excuses we sell,
a toast.

To the broken hearts
and the dead of night,
the eagle's shrill call
in its final flight.

A toast
to the unfaithful boys
and the fickle girls.
To the offensive noise
amongst the tasteless voices.

To the promises we build
but never really fulfilled,
a toast
to the dejected faces
framed by all the desolate places.

The breads crumbs we follow,
to the end we attain,
and how we curse the damn sky
for the end where we remain.
A toast.



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