The sky is quiet The world does not smile No one breaks a sweat to whipe a sweat It is an uncomfortable state When the best is not good enough When escape is another prison When the solution is falling of a glass from a drunken hand And it is the only solution As hard as it is It is the only hope With no hope of being understood When hopeless gives more promise When gloom looks like the prize And it draws the moth to a pressure lamp And that is it The world is quiet No one tells the story
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