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When comes the time

that nothing's fine

and you have reached

the point of breach,

you will feel

a weight surreal,

pushing down

smack to the ground.

It is then

that you must bend,

and absorb this thing

just like a spring.

And when you pop

and shoot to the top

there you will see

him, her, and me.

All are there

up in the air

freed from the ground

to wander round.

We all were pushed

and nearly smushed;

for this is life

so full of strife.

But you see,

in you and me

a critical thing

we have the spring.

So Fear not my friend

for in the end

those forces down

you turn around.