And a smile to show a way,
Of angst and heartbreak.
For the smile and a cost to pay.
In dead things and white walls,
Oh and what a dash of color would say,
Define me not, learn me not,
Talk not to me but of another day.
The longer we wait,
The harder it gets,
So steep is the way to a smile,
For a life and a cost to pay.
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