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On a walk with a bite in the air
The smell of the leaves and the grass in our hair
And the trees in the forest are orange and barren
And on we go

Counting through twenty four hours a day
The sun is a million miles away
And the moon shows its unflinching faces of gray
And on we go

We won't let our sense of wonder
Get dried up and plundered
And the mystery that fed our souls
Be buried in the numerals

And on we go

It's really not work, it's like climbing a hill
And the priming of nature to bend at your will
Thought it was great 'til they sent you the bill
And on we go

Back in the day we would smile and stare
At the oceans and earth and the fire and the air
Now the screens and speakers are everywhere
And on we go

We won't let our sense of wonder
Get dried up and plundered
And the mystery that fed our souls
Be buried in the numerals

There was a dream from long ago
Where we would feed all the animals
And be sure to eat all our vegetables
Before they become collectibles

To behold is beautiful and to embrace it is wonderful
Watch as we replace them with tangibles
Before we become collectibles
Where will we be at the end of the day

We won't let our sense of wonder
Get dried up and plundered
And the mystery that fed our souls
Be buried in the numerals

We won't let our sense of wonder
Get dried up and plundered
And the mystery that fed our souls
Be buried in the numerals

And on we go

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