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This is a Shakespearean sonnet that looks into the future of the world, as you see it. |
In your soul is the future of the world You see and say and tear the lights in you Within this context your future's unfurled Without, we pray There's nothing left to do Of course, prayer isn't going to help it Without action, we might as well be sleep What's an heirloom rock if no one smelts it? Unless we act and then begin to weep? In your soul is the power of a gem You can't win with your one head in the pot I will it that you'll promise me again The Sultan of Swing's lighted mind forgot I can't sleep without a well-lighted Jab You forget all the things I never had |