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There's
no
sunshine,
this
impossible
year.
Only
black
days
and
sky
grey
and
clouds
full
of
fear,
and
storms
full
of
sorrow
that
won't
disappear.
Just
typhoons
and
monsoons,
this
impossible
year.
There's
no
good
times,
this
impossible
year.
Just
a
beachfront
of
bad
blood
and
a
coast
that's
unclear.
All
the
guests
at
the
party,
they're
so
insincere.
They
just
intrude
and
exclude,
this
impossible
year.
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