Never in this world can we know
The country of a person who rides
His car for more than twenty years.
Beaming on the world its lights are out,
After so many centuries and years,
Some of us live among the times.
This considers a roof and house,
Jostling behind the crowd and looking
At certain beasts of prey,
This prey is dead after so much hunting.
This nation shall relish the disaster
Made by some who learn and prey.
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