Where no one thought ill,
Of anyone or anything,
And the sun always shone on window sills,
The birds always sang,
And disasters never came,
Without a universal understanding,
That we are all the same,
And live under one sky?
Was there ever anyone,
In this world who imagined that,
This isn't the situation?
And is it alright,
That I have lost that naivety,
And am suffused with distrust,
And anxiety?
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