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And so it came to pass
That everything we felt,
The dreams in which we dealt
As evening ebbed away,
So special in their way
Were laughter in the dark.
The promises we made
And swore we wouldn’t break
On nights we stayed awake,
So sweet in retrospect,
Just like the rooms we rent
Had levies to be paid.
And worst of all the part
That innocence can play
In sending things one way
‘Fore profit sounds askance
And puts us in a trance
Like laughter in the dark. |
