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Unfortunate little world
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Old Unrefined Material Unfortunate little world;
In such inane state of peril.
We are chaos in silence;
Serenity; our gold lance.
We hope to be away and free;
Readily setting forth for glee;
We must be together in hand,
If we are to have a full land.
Finally we are safe to be;
In the comfort of you and me;
Our joy will not be shaven;
At last safe in this haven.
