In this world in which I live,
So much so that if you look around,
I don't have much to give.
But someone has to not have it,
Or we will all soon forget,
That we all started from nothing,
And I can't do that yet.
So recognize that all I've said,
Is really the same,
After over 600 tries,
Suffusing the terrain.
And it's alright,
If it never changes,
That's the way we like it,
Through the ages.
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