Buried in the body of the earth
Awaiting excavation
If all our secrets are illnesses
Floating in the ether of the earth
Awaiting confirmation
If we have stumbled upon a treasure
Confusing it with a stone
And just walked on
If the time has not yet come
For enough bodies
To comprehend incorruption
Then the planets will just have to run
Along their allotted lines
And the sun just dawn
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