By Lilian Bui
There was a time when laughter was king
When summer prevailed, when youth would sing
But now it's winter.
Winter.
There was conviction in your prime
But your ambitions wrinkled through time
Will you ever feel warm again?
Oh, you'll try to fight it
Because you can't keep quiet
But you'll lose.
We all lose.
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