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Based off the song 'The Swell Season' by Glen Hansard and that other Russian person.

The Swell Season

So, is this it?
This moment we've been,
dreaming of?
Is this it?
The season we've been,
waiting for?

The trees have gone.
The leaves have all,
blown away.
Dead and gone.
Our spirits have all,
flown away.

Its the swell season.
The time of celebration.
Its the, swell season.
The feeling of dreaming again.

Look at all the toys.
The toys that have,
been left by the boys.
Listen to the noise.
The noise that,
suffocates me.

Its the swell season.
The time of celebration.
Its the, swell season.
The feeling of dreaming again.

We've been told of everything,
everything we could hope to be.
We've been told of how it seems,
how it seems to help us make it through.

But I know, that is never was true,
from the start.
But I know, that we've made it though,
on our own.
Without you.

Its the swell season.
The time of celebration.
Its the, swell season.
The feeling of dreaming again.

The swell season,
the old time spoke of this.
The swell season.
The swell season.
superman is killing himself tonight