The souls in the other world
Which faces us askance
Do they look back at us
Feeling abandoned and forlorn
Compelled to remember everything
Without being able to change
Even a comma or penny spent
Dazed in a coma of regret
In a land without night or day
So patient with our neglect
Who were these actual people
Who carried us into this world
How can we know what we are
If we don't include us all
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