Hymn for the Hopeless

All that I can take from this, is that everything is counterfeit

And all that I have come to know, is friends and love is come and go

And all the things you can’t expect, arrive and you cannot protect

And all the days that make a year, are all you’ll never soon be near

So when all the dancers leave the dance floor, you’re still singing soft and slow

Oh there’s one thing to do at least, what an abandoned masterpiece

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(whispering)