Glass

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Golden glow is now on us

Peeking through the window sill

But I don't wanna sit still

While we're holding hands

Above the glass

Shattered below are heads

Now we're gone

Wandering in our own world

Never to look back

Yet turning our heads

To be shattered again.

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