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Virtue can’t make each nation alive
In the splendor that they would revive
A golden age must be free for
Acorns as for honesty
Bill of fate oof a fickle age
Mass disinformation, superhighway
Way off track, but still on course
These insects lived as men
Ain’t got the rhyme of the reason
But you better fucking believe it
