The Master and the Margaret

Apparently people can find trust and love
From a person there's no truth of
And apparently I should do the same

Today, somewhere
A mother is giving birth to a healthy child.
Everyone's joyful for a while

For some reason, we all have our ends

Today, surley
A mother is giving birth to a dead child.
Everyone is crushed back to the reality

All of us are crying
And I don't know if I want to believe
So I'm praying now

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never ever in my life to fall in love