It’s a new dawn drawn over sparkling seas
It’s a new year of mistakes to be made
It’s a new day of yesterday’s old dreams
It’s a new twilight of yesteryear’s sage
Nothing is holy, nothing as it seems
Nothing is hallow, everything’s the same
Nothing lasts forever, ash to redeem
Nothing ever changes, a crying shame
Do we sadly believe, that’s all there is?
Do we need cleansing, from a Reich Power?
Do we hope for worth, would it be remiss?
Do we just accept what is, and cower?
Do we live again, this time total bliss?
Do we find solace — in our final hour?
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