We are not people but a scene,
Vent for a time is nothing more than gold;
What can we say to the chides of lime,
We are not people but a gold.
Do unto us what we can,
Say what you know to the stars,
Light is blink, ooh reverse,
Let me know what you can do,
If for nothing man is free,
Let us blue and see for tree.
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