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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-06-07 | | The sun comes up and in its rays I find a map The dark, old maize I leave behind I have succeded, cheated Time And now I hold it In my hand The world`s all mine, a grain of sand So perfect and divine How did I get it? I made the sun shine in a world Where lust and crave Only help you dig your grave. You might want to stop and wonder If your life Is just another slave to save
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