The Song is sung

The song of the world cannot really be sung

But once it's been started it's truly begun

The song of the world lights up green blue and gold

It holds many stories that never were told

The song of the world is a secret I'm sure

And not many people have heard it before

The song of the world is your choice live it well

Or it could become a pathway to hell...

The End

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