Manna from the sky above
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Spherical I shape my love
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Such an appetite does enthrall
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The frenzy with which I form this ball
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Up the hill I push my prize
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Lights affront and face behind
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Never choose the easy path
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For meals that come too easily run the risk of being dung
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When you see me passing by
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You can't help but wonder why
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I have chosen this strange feast to carry home to eat
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You know, I don't really mind
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The taste is truly quite divine
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And besides but I and my brethren
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Would save this world from suffocating under all this waste
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Truth and light shine off my back
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All the universe intact
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I've the tools to shape and mould
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Both consciousness and soul
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As I roll this world around
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An image of us all is found
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Slowly turning within my grasp
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I personify the sun, the place where we all came from
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My Prize
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Mirah |