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| A Plastic Person Consults Time |
Earth:
You take our shit
And turn it
Into Gold
I have in my pockets
A pen,
Paper and glue
Passports
Guiding me through
Back to you
Where I’ll go
When I’m gone
Where I belong
Where I come from
A silent prayer
Within my soul
Somewhere inside
Away from all
A commune
Like in days of old:
If it all depends upon
The note you end it on
Earth, please
Take my shit
And turn it into gold
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