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Loss doesn't mean Defeat
Once I arose at five am,
And the smell of coffee rode on the air.
Now awake I stare at the wall,
Praying to fight off this great despair.
Thinking now of the years I spent,
Giving it all to make my way.
Now it feels like wasted time,
Doing my best to earn my pay.
Does happiness depend on where you work,
Is peace of mind guaranteed?
Was my head buried in the sand,
Too comfortable to really see.
But I'm no rookie I've been around,
This sorrow will be quickly gone.
Tomorrow I will begin once more,
I know I'll sing a victory song.
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