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A lie made somewhere,
Is to keep us alive,
Yet,
It wasn’t the song,
That made you cry,
But,
The silence between its words.
And,
Now you know,
Why everyone cries,
When they are born.

Searching for words,
That won’t say anything.
Searching for reasons,
That won’t mean anything.
And,
Now you know,
Why sanity is being still.