My world moves around,
Around for a thousand-thousand years,
Years of progress,
Progress from age of stones to silicon.
Then it was, exist and help to exist,
After, live and let live,
Now, grow and grow together,
Tomorrow, shine and shine in masses.
There, my eyes loses sight,
Sight of the height,
Height where my world stands,
Stands with glory.
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