So we have these little cities and in them little streets
Which many people walk in and coincidentally meet.
When these people meet, they may even marry,
Decide to have a baby of which they would carry
And so the world keeps spinning with 7 billion Larry's.
So we have this little word and in it little cities
In it many eyes all of them are pretty.
And these eyes always see what happens,
For the truth cannot be hidden from these giant molecular atoms.
Our would is like a ship but we are all really captains.
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