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It's like musical chairs
What's the commotion
We walk round in circles
And hope for promotion
We try while we walk
To decipher the tune
We listen for clues
From morning till noon
We are like ants
Beneath the feet of time
Some think that stillness
Is all but sublime
Some turn to god
To give things a reason
And find disbelievers
Guilty of treason
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