Let us while away the hours
Let us waste the day away
Let us pluck the wild flowers
Leaves of thought that lead astray
Let us tarry not too long
Lest plans may form from out the wild
Let us carry out our song
Like widowed wife or newborn child
Let us tack up every whim
Like misinformed malcontents
Let us rejoice in every sin
Let humor be our recompense
Let us be called generation
Let our apathy and lust define
Let us shake loose all foundation
Let’s get drunk on pixel wine
Let us sit beside each other
Let us hide in the dark alone
Let us buy ourselves another
Leaf of thought to build our throne
Let us bleed in desperation
Let us sew the emperor’s clothes
Let us fall to expectation
But never, ever let us hope
Let us hope and we will smite you
Let us dream and we will rise
Let us build and we’ll break right through
Leaves of thought that blind your eyes
Let us learn and we will conquer
Let us ask and we will know
Let us seek and we’ll move onward
Leaves of thought to reap and grow
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