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why no little brazil in sight
not in new yorks urban light
nor stockholms outskirts day or night
cultures fade or take to flight
some preach hope yet spread despair
their silver tongue hides poisoned air
not divine though dressed to lead
they sow illusion not good deed
old games built worlds where souls could play
now some just scheme the truth away
behind the charm behind the grin
empathy seems stretched too thin
leaders rise the crowd applauds
yet some forget their fatal flaws
fortunes traded for cheap thrills
empty highs and silent chills
to live with grace not just pretend
is how we rise not how we end
dont dwell in past or fabled shame
but walk ahead and spark your flame
av ...And If I Fail? (ris och ros)
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