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They've turned life into a numbers game At least we agree there's no right answer But joy cannot be found in forever counting up because We start at zero and finish at zero and no matter How large our numbers got, this fact does not Make us any more "here" now, does it? No Good old George rising from his casket on Account of all the quality investments he made over The years, that's silly I count. down From birth a finite number of seconds allotted to Running risks by the hourglass like elders Skydiving when the grains are so few who Cares when we go but how                            How is the question And words will always                                always trump numbers
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
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They've turned life into a numbers game At least we agree there's no right answer But joy cannot be found in forever counting up because We start at zero and finish at zero and no matter How large our numbers got, this fact does not Make us any more "here" now, does it? No Good old George rising from his casket on Account of all the quality investments he made over The years, that's silly I count. down From birth a finite number of seconds allotted to Running risks by the hourglass like elders Skydiving when the grains are so few who Cares when we go but how                            How is the question And words will always                                always trump numbers
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
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