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Was it the Season? Was it the Age?
Was it the Master? Was it the Slave
Who pulled the trigger? Who lit the match?
Who threw the lifeline? What was the catch?

The hope of a future fades away and disappears
Where there once was laughter, now all that's left are tears
And where there once were real hopes and dreams
All that's left now are sad faces and deaf ears

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