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O what fools these mortals be, |
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so tragic and so funny |
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Ships of bones that sail the sea, |
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for lands of milk and honey |
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The promise of perfection sighs |
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into each mortal ear |
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Never to be realized, |
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that's how it is 'round here. |
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Bound to some relentless gyre, |
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dispassionate and true |
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Paying the price for ice and fire, |
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that's what God's children do. |
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Sacrifice love's mystery |
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for fantasy and pleasure |
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Doomed to repeat history, |
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forever and ever. |
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Wayward world I weep for thee, |
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spinning 'round the sun |
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Wellspring of diversity |
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your roads all lead to one road |
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What man has loosed upon the sea, |
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cannot be undone |
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O what fools we mortals be, |
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each and every one |
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Each and every one. |
