this is the limit of what we should praise
our eyes are weary and our hearts just sad
so much we turned into just one more fad
the journey comes to end in one great blaze
watched by the frog on its small lilypad
this is the limit of what we should praise
whoever called these the much greater days
we should have drowned them and not called them mad
there's not much here to make anyone glad
this is the limit of what we should praise
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