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Tattered flag of hope,
Nothing but a joke,
Faith of man,
With a sun tan,
God will always revoke.
What's the day tomorrow?
Is it really full of pain?
What is there to accomplish?
What is there to gin?
Cities full of darkness,
Men full of shame,
Who can be the ones,
That we really want to blame?
Secrets, kept inside,
So many things we can recognize,
Secrets, not to say,
Why is life always lived this way?

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