This is the way we are
Are who we are
I is nothing then what I got
We are what we see.

The cure is turning btter bitter
Very sour and very bitter
But not my power
No, not so far
Me and you
All is I,
We all die.

For it is I
Who is me?
We all who we live to be?
I is are and we is am
One another is nnother turn
And I is who is each other.

The End

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