it all passes
maybe that's the sadness
that it keeps spinning
that it brings back
the same good days
and the same good nights
and the then the falling off the world nights
maybe that's the harsh reality of it
that it all passes
no matter how heavy
no matter how bright
the high and the low
maybe that's the sadness
that it keeps repeating
or maybe that's the beauty of it
i'm not exactly sure
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