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And bury the world as it does
Will still capture our imaginations
To reflect upon our own
Our causes can't see their effects
It will surely serve us well
Art as expression not as market campaigns
Chasing out their destinies

The most endangered species, the honest man
Science, like nature must also be tamed
The universe learned to expand
A quantum leap forward in time and in space
Who dance to a synthetic band
It will surely help us along
It leaves a trail of tidal pools
Wave after wave will flow with the tide

Wheels within wheels in a spiral array
Time after time we lose sight of the way

Given the same state of integrity
A complete society
Will still survive annihilation

Our causes can't see their effects
With a view towards its preservation
Tide after tide will flow and recede
Living in their pools
Time after time we lose sight of the way
Computerized clinic for superior cynics

A simple kind of mirror
Forming a world, state of integrity

Each microcosmic planet
A mechanized world out of hand
A pattern so grand and complex
Wheels within wheels in a spiral array
Sensitive, open and strong
No wonder they don't understand
They soon forget about the sea
In a short lived galaxy
A pattern so grand and complex
Given the same state of integrity
In their own image, their world is fashioned
The mess and the magic, triumphant and tragic

All the busy little creatures