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Flashback

The warmth of the sun,

On our backs as we run,

Towards a goal, that none,

Seems to know,

We waste and we borrow,

Till a day in the morrow,

We realize the sorrow,

Will just grow,

Perspective makes us blind,

To the hateful and unkind,

But it’s there we will find,

The most woe.