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Endless the world's turn, endless the sun's spinning
Endless the quest;
I turn again, back to my own beginning,
And here, find rest.
If she had not been cupric in her ions,
Her shape ovoidal,
Their romance might have flourished.
But he built tetrahedral in his shape,
His ions ferric,
Love could not help but die,
Uncatylised, inert, and undernourished.
We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control.
-- Pink Floyd
🌳 -- 📀 -- 👔 -- 🏀 -- 🐊 -- 💛 -- 💃 -- 👾 -- 🥗 -- 🐛 -- 🎫 -- 🌂 -- 🚕 -- 👑 -- 📕