When it’s learned to think
Of itself as a morning
An afternoon a whole
Evening and night
When it’s learned to count
On the sunlight and take
The moon into its confidence
When it’s stopped in one country
And started up in another
As if on a seasonal basis
Without always know where it’s going
When it’s learned how to drop dead
At a moment’s notice and then revive itself
It will be ready for the world
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