sometimes I think we are
going too far away from sun
when I wake up in darkness
and spend my days in haze
earth's crust start cooling
down to mere cinders, scary
enjoy your life start giving
naah! don't go that extreme
you have income tax to file
increase bills from December
for buying you can't afford
just to be called you're good
those you return on sale now
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