Roiling hills
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Studded with concrete leviathans
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carrying us to and fro
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across this scarred earth
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Fly by on this sunny day
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Long ago memories
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Of times that never were
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History staring at or faces
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But relegated to the back corner
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Repetition is the word of the world
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Destroy and build
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Build and destroy
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Wasting away our precious little time
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To have something after we go
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But time withers all away
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And to many of us
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Are lost to the ending