Good morning, Columbus
To this world of cheap colonge
What ever you wished
Is for ever gone,
What ever you dreamt of,
What ever you sought,
Is already discorvered,
Is bought and is sold.
And nobody'll survive
In this game of a fiction,
As I'm doomed to rhyme it
With contradiction.
Columbus
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