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The night holds 
Such high hopes
But honey once it goes 
You see the white  left on your nose
How it got you hugging with your foes
How dirty water undressed the mask on your souls
The last thing we remember the calm when it pours
The cloud was my force
Almighty is the source
If the plant has the wisdom why not the walking corpse
The leaf but knew it had to go through a course
A phase a bit of pause a pose
No rebel no cause
Wanna count our loss