The world is comprised of cycles
Seasons of the heart
A marathon's comprised of miles
And end and a start
And we all have those
And we all have those
The world is comprised of uncertainty
Mankind's best guess
The world is certaintly dirty
Partial undress
And we know all of that
And we know all of that
The world is like and oyster
Devoid of any pearl
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