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One foot forward
Better than two feet backwards
Not like we have much choice
In these strange times



Confidence a fleeting glance
Not knowing where we head
What choices are available



Is it brightness on our path
That leads us
Of fewer ambitions
Even less intentions
Or is it just a trick of the light.

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