quarrel
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When hopes start to disappoint you
Dejection drains the power out of you
Motivation dies deep inside the soul
When criticism shows up to console
On this day I wore red
A color so beautiful and bold
I did it to be ahead
And hopefully it will have him sold
He, however, wore blue
Though the waters and voluptuous and lush grasses form around the base of ye introspections
Come through the thoughts of thou worries and regrets;