| 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. |