2,448 : 25 ?Utopia your brilliant shores
that shine like unto mountain heights
they say your cities
reach up to the sun
and pour forth sweet delights
If nobody got sick or died
and everyone who wished got laid
do you think that it would work
at all if everyone who came stayed
If it seemed a shame
we had to go
I’ll tell you why I told you no
generations are the sweet
variety of life eternal
And the pleasing rhythm
of our deaths are natural as diurnal
passages from day to day
And every city has its night
even in great Utopia
Some turnings never see the light
what
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