So I'm not sure if you know that guy, his name is Life
Yoh! We have issues, he makes me want to take my knife...
His constantly in my face
Life's like," Uhm.. You not keeping up with the worlds pace..." ...
When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold
Is sent to be flatted or wrought into length,
It is pass'd between cylinders often, and roll'd
In an engine of utmost mechanical strength.
Thus tortured and squeezed, at last it appears
Like a loose heap of ribbon, a glittering show,
Like music it tinkles and rings in your ears,
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