along with yesterday's sin.
it's a whole different season,
and we have all the same reasons.
we put on the same faces,
to return to the same dull places.
looking far out, looking wide-
i think, has hope died?
i hear the ringing chimes,
like clanging quarters and dimes.
how much i want something new,
yet it's the same song and rhyme.
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