Ordinary Eternal Machinery
Out of the cold of depression;
Into the spring of hope.
Coursing by way of incession,
Slowly learning to cope.
No longer I wait for tomorrow;
Screaming and pleading a truce.
Gone are the valleys of sorrow,
In the mountains I refound my youth.
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