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DO WE SPEND OUR LIVES,
WORKING TO GET BY.
IS THERE NO JOY,
IN WHAT WE DO,
WORKING TO SURVIVE.
DO WE DO WHAT WE DESPISE,
JUST FOR SAKE OF MORE.
WILL MORE BE FILLED,
I THINK NOT,
WHEN MORE IS ALL WE WANT,
MORE BECOMES OUR MASTER.
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