Black and White

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Every time I look out
At this broken wall
I always feel the pressure
Of knowing I might fall
For nothing amounts to nothing
If something doesn't come
And though a picture might seem happy
It might in truth be glum
Summer comes like the days sunrise
And the day after follows
And even though a child cries
The cycle continually cycles
Wrong turns out to be right
And what we know is lost
For every being knows
Nothings black and white.





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