Sometimes things creep up on you
Sometimes you may just forget
Sometimes false becomes what’s true
Sometimes you lose the bet
Facing the music most times
Isn’t such a pleasant dance
But such things are seen as crimes
To victims of
circumstance
Life goes on,
the day-to-day
Though your flag
remains unfurled
Fortune’s winds
blow where they may
It’s not the
end of the world
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