Here we are,

At the turn of the hour

Fear for a flower

A finder, a follower

Folley, you all are

The whole world, we're rolling

We're wrapping up capstones

And craping our pants

Just like pansies

And on we run

And on we are

And off we're not

—but we're off work when the party ends

And up at dark

And here we are, at once

So far

{Enter The Multiverse}

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