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It matters to me why the sky is not blue today; It matters to me why my wine lost its bouquet. It matters to me why breathing is now harmful; It matters to me why we killed the Golden Rule. Is it because we don't know what is good from bad?, Is it because we don't know we have all gone mad? Is it because we don't know the sky is falling down?, Is it because we don't know Earth can again drown? Sing the day at every dawn, for the night may not come, Sing the day at every dawn, don't play deaf and dumb. Savor the night when it comes, for sweeter is the new morning; Say a prayer when day is done, blaming God is more appealing.
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Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC
It Matters
It matters to me why the sky is not blue today; It matters to me why my wine lost its bouquet. It matters to me why breathing is now harmful; It matters to me why we killed the Golden Rule. Is it because we don't know what is good from bad?, Is it because we don't know we have all gone mad? Is it because we don't know the sky is falling down?, Is it because we don't know Earth can again drown? Sing the day at every dawn, for the night may not come, Sing the day at every dawn, don't play deaf and dumb. Savor the night when it comes, for sweeter is the new morning; Say a prayer when day is done, blaming God is more appealing.
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wayne-cheah
Malaysian
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC
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