I see a cold wind's blowing through.
see days neither fun nor free.
I see a future caused by you.
I see a path not meant to be.
The future should be filled with magic.
Dreams and wishes brought to life.
But the days ahead are dark and tragic.
No time for hope when all is strife.
All the dreams that ponies share.
Our future is a cold nightmare.
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