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last time we were a fine city pure intention too archaic we progress faster with the whip returned our trays kept our durians off the train binned our litter in the trash over time we forget why we acted this way as prosperity grew we still did not for prosperity but conscience we walked a stranger’s wallet to the station happiness was not the reward but the reason for the walk derobotize our love for this land as happiness too dissolves like me for i am ashes now scattered and free
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