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When a lie becomes the truth
the coldhearted gives any ruth
Like the darkness in the daylight
that seems dull yet so bright.

When happiness turns into gloom
the flower withers from its bloom
and the sun sets in the morning
while sunny day is not in sterling.

When a victory falls into defeat
the victor will not cherish, but regret
like the moth that flew around the flame
and the man who always put a blame.