Living Disease.

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Daytime light gone away, 
Night lights here and there sprouted, 
Then gloomy midnight like an old lady moved, 
Night light faded with morning to dance around tried, 
The wisdom of the past spoke, 
And she stood by the bay and in inevitability spread. 
Oh’ into my mind all images I gathered, 
Knowing well how pathetically the living life many messed, 
And either whine or boasts about dreams about yesterday, 
Unknowingly talk about the fate of tomorrow, 
Becoming the living disease of the present.

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