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It’s time to confront the remains left by yesterday’s frivolity,
at the discarded waste of a ravaged feast.
Songs of cheer still hang, thick in the air,
shattered glass and broken bones, cut into your feet,
red with the wine of regret, broken promises,
indulgences lavishly gratified, without thought or limitation,
revealed, the trickery and deception, obliterating all delusion,
I can breathe in the light of a new dawn.