4 us to call
this home
what must we do
2 feel at ease
and loose the lost
will we wonder forever
if it is true
That everything
Has got a cost
even standing still
is still so unapparent
how that in every life
is a living testament
with these heartbeats
by the millions
cities full
of trillions
dyeing as
the day is long
And arriving in
Gazillions
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