Life serves us a healthy number of heartbeats,
That nourish us on our different paths,
A magic soup diluted by teardrops,
With a bu*ternut squash thrown in for laughs,
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There's a theory to everything,
So let freedom reign wherever it goes,
Reality supplies us with selected suppositories,
And God bless the child who has his own,
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All aboard the Capricorn One,
To the fourth rock past the sun,
Yet no matter where we try to escape to,
We hold the baggage of where we're from,
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This Earth is forever spinning,
Revolving with a reasoned grace,
So yesterday will always find tomorrow,
If it looks within the right place,