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One lies in waiting for
One mind who wants for more
Four arms playing for one goal
Two more should make this whole and when?

And it comes on slow
And it folds all you know
And yet it seems so far away
When all is gained or lost
What will measure mine?
Could I leave it now
When so tired am I
What is suffering?

Eight arms slave for one goal
Two more should make this whole
If we have questions of control
Could we be bought or sold today?

Yet it comes on slow
And then it folds all you know
And still it seems so far away
When all is gained or lost
What will measure mine?
Could I leave it now
When so tired am I
What is suffering?

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