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Broken Dream


Life was a dream 

A field of flowers 

Life is now filled with schemes 

And our morality lowers 

Everything has its consequences

Now that my eyes has opened 

I am taught that the young view 

Is nothing more than a lie 

Life is filled with pain

I've learned 

Life is a play 

Where each actions 

Have its price

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