The sun the moon, the night and noon.
End the doom, I can feel the gloom.
Play that fine tune we'll all hear soon.
I become the groom to high volcanic plume.
Look upon the sky, you want to fly.
We'll never die, we can fly so high.
you don't ask why, soar to the suns eye.
You let out a sigh, there's no need to cry.
Things are so obscure, I need a cure.
Wipe the devils tears, there's no need to fear.
We were so pure, our evolution is near.
I don't know where to steer, lets have another beer.
Pour a stiff drink, look inside and think.
The population will shrink and islands will sink.
Cities become ice rinks, let loose the Lynx.
This place you can't jinx, negativity stinks.
I'm here to stay, enter the new day.
Rise a new way, for eternity we'll play.
Do what you may, beautiful sun rays.
Deep in the hay, a face made of clay.
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