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In life, and in believing it to be life
We strive for perfection and worth
For we believe that in tomorrow
Can only today’s achievements
Reflect what was thought in yesterday’s dreams
But dreams always end in a bang
And realization of fact and reality
No euphoria or glorious light
Is it not so, that this is what we seek?
The end that not even dreams can grant us?
Do we not wish for the train to stop
Outside the gates of heaven
And not in the depths of hell?