The World
The World spins 'round and 'round
Yet it never makes a sound
The World thrives from what it has made
Too support the life of those who obey
The World is full of mysteries
As so are you and I, you see?
The World is like us in so many ways
So here I lay, on the World's grass, and gaze up at the World's sky, to enjoy another sunny day
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