Ribbons and bows

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Buying and selling
Your ribbons and bows,
While the universe fills,
With hungry black holes.

Your trivial affaires
Fill you mind,
While the chemical bombs,
Kill all of mankind.

The meaning of life
Passes you by,
Like a speck of dust
Caught in your eye.

The truth and the real,
Are weep under your bed,
As the noisy plastic thoughts,
Fill your empty head.

The feelings of
The real you and me,
Are the autumn leaves
That fell from the tree,

They covered the floor,
Are now swept away,
Gone with the wind,
On this winter's day.

The bitter winter
Is coming strong,
And we'll realise soon
That we have always been wrong.

Buying and selling
Your ribbons and bows,
While waiting for you,
To finally come home.

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