Months, years of the same

Uncertainty the traded currency

Doubts in gold and silver

The whispers of the past

Played in easy dances to smooth tunes

On dancefloors a blaze in laser light

Echo out from dreams

And again

The promise of their return is afoot 

Perhaps again the night will be sweated out

Again the music will blare

Endorphins with course through eager veins

This torrid devalued currency will be replaced

At a rate of millions of one

With something new 

Bank notes inscribed with hope 

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