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The way we do it... Is there any way?
No need to worry: that's what makes it go.
Just bring about a thing, and let it stay,
And get along, as usual, so and so...
Those with the eyes may catch a rambling cord.
Those with the ears may fancy a sticky smile.
We can afford it. So, why not afford?
Yes, it will fade, and vanish, but meanwhile...
Escape and flush it. Do, what can be done.
As many did. A drone, a busy bee,
All in a row, rhymed, stanzaed, one by one...
They might be happy. But they'll never be.