Coldplay.
Matches. Strike one. The whole box goes up.
A brilliant radiance calling someone home.
Falling down a tunnel of light,
tunnel vision, dry ice.
Trees, snow, no snow this year, snow on the rooftops.
Horses sliding on the ice.
2012. World's End. Pirates. Thieves.
Stealing of a nation, dancing in the streets.
Dance, dance, dance of the people.
All the world is dancing.
Dance of war, dance of celebration.
Dancing in their blood, dancing when they're perfectly free.
Crying in the last minutes of the final day.
Crying of sadness, crying of release.
Another year. Happy Birthday. The cry of being born.
Happy New Year.
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