This time it was going to work - this time it would be magic
There would be picnics in the park and lemonade and Fireworks
This was not going to end bittersweet tragic
Like so many, many other times
That was long ago, in a past best left forgotten
Memories erased to cover up meaningless crimes
Barrels of apples all gone rotten
Sacrifices, suffering, and chances taken
Foolishness known as wishful thinking
Promises made and then forsaken
Dancing on the B deck while the ship was
Sinking
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