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It flows down your frame fluid, guiltless before your stricken face
Your body grows and moves and screams in hope of keeping pace
Appaled and annoyed you brush it from your sight
Because unlike sampson it does not give you might
Some hide behind this curtain of human make
Some for granite this thing they take
But what do we do, we use it for but the demise of others spirit
We only but use money on, and throw it down the pit
With simple words I end, BE DIFFERENT.