There are no diamonds,
Nor is there any gold...
There are no seasons
That can behold
So much bloom...
Yet fools rush in...
The innocence lost,
Remains just that...
A feeling one would think, is
Lost forever...
But hope?
Hope, is a never ending spring,
The one that makes you,
And me, feel like a winner...
A winner to be,
Willing to take a chance,
A chance with destiny,
One that is yet to be written...
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