DISCERNMENT

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DISCERNMENT

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We're not going to fall for that trick again

Or believe those blatant lies

We're not tripping down that garden path

Where hope is born, then dies

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We are not handing over our hearts and minds

Or our hard won self esteem and coins

Waiting to see, we are cautious now

And each morning we gird our loins

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