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isnt this something
understanding the fortune
the tellers have all gone home
they speak in riddles i am told
can you hear them
i thought i did once
but it was just the wind
dirt blew up in my eyes
and i cried cried
cried for the living
and the ants whos colony was destroyed
i dont weep for the dead
only the living
cause they are still suffering
or is it nothing
everything nothing
everything is nothing