The
bad day
We
wish it goes away
The
billions running
For
the special breed
The
tributaries of connections
It
is there the trapping held
The
billions will drop in
The
heavy loads the smile in the eyes
We
wish it goes away
The
reality it will be around
Pestering
the treasury
The
web of connections
The
bottom streams
Nothing
can be seen
It's
only echo and droplets
The
small change ringing in hollow
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