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The day passes by.
One's soul gets tired.
It is like we are wired.
Working as hard as possible,
Just to get fired.

I am tired of the fear.
Tired of the leer of darkness.

Magic brings the pain to dull.
Black magic is only bull.

Now the day leans back,
To put this fear back in the right track.
The night gets knocked back,
So day can lean again.

We only have...

ONE WORLD.
Make it last.