Hidden Measure

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Why is everything, suddenly gone?

There's nothing you can undo, once it is done.

Not all actions are made for the best.

Who am I, who have I been?

I am so sick and tired a of playing pretend.

Everyone knows not all pain brings pleasure.

Never forget: There is always a hidden measure.

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