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Why Are We Here
We create androids, like God creates men.
To live forever, to live without sin.
The games of young boys, teach them how to be.
For one day they're gone, across land and sea.
The automatons, of the olden days.
A future vista, of new-fangled ways.
The blue of the sky, we cannot unlearn.
The moon's cold as ice, the sun can but burn.
The leaves are falling, dark clouds bring the rain.
Here you'll find the loss, equal to the gain.
Life on planet Earth, is a story told.
Of babes in their cribs, that one day grow old.
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Meru Groen
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