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Imagine Up on the beach they found each other They rolled around Clinked and clacked and rubbed Millions of them They had no souls Yet came from ages past Eons Lifeless Thrown together without care Distant planets may have known them They knew no ancestors Sometimes cold Wet Voices cried out “Know ye what ye have wrought” You are all prisoners of the ancients You have stories to tell but no one hears you Except for your clinking Your clacking Your rubbing |
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