Although what shines need not be wrong
beware dark lies that shadow truth,
distract the old, confuse the youth
with specious lyrics from a song.
I wonder. Must I sing along?
Some tunes that once enchanted me
now don’t make sense. Be just and free,
merciful, alive and stable,
driving out false dreams and fable,
preferring joy to pleasantry.
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