The bins of night are filled with yesterday’s living
Everything was discarded with no remorse, no misgiving
A cloak of darkness wraps itself around it all
Until dawn reveals it’s gone, beyond recall!
We wake at the break of a new born day
Obsessed by our habit to throw things away
No lesson was learned, it was all in vain
We’ll just fill these bins all over again! 

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