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Broken hearted people gather round
bleading souls fall the the ground
mother marry hears thier plea
but falls on deaf ears this sad dirge

continues this sad song
boy, no stopping the machine
you can shine on
tell them with your music
speak your words of wisdom
but no answer

perpetual motion of disregard
all events transpire in the same frame of reference
changes made are insignificant, at best worthy of gratification
a poor man becomes rich
a rich man becomes poor
but who's really watching the dimes counted?

Unfortunatley, the song is sung
the dream is over
for Iv'e notheing more to say...