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A vision where things seemed to be clear
Where people were excited for the year
All was starting to look super swell
Until we saw his helicopter fell
This year already has not been aspired amongst us
What are we to do in the aftermath of chaos?
Pray that it stops.
Know it won’t but still hope.
March the streets and cry out.
Our typhoon of contradictions
