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Modern Day

What games we play

The tide is coming

It’s on its way

Oh the beat it’s drumming

 

We pass the ball

This to and fro

We pass it all

Just let it go

 

Running the races

These debts we owe

Can’t fill these spaces

It’s all just a show

 

We’ve come to rest now

No words to say

We may never know how

It’s just the modern day

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