We All Live By Our Own Deliberation

Two pence but none the richer
Did we really every get the picture
Place a nickel before the population
Rest a box upon the common nation

For there's no change in the seasons
There's no sense in foolish treasons
For there is life with the land of thunder

So why do we rest and only ponder
Is it right to wait any longer
When our hearts keep getting stronger

Have a thought for our elevation
There's no hype before elimination
There's no equality in discrimination
We all live by our own deliberation

Place a suit upon the little white dove
Have faith in the god above
There's no sense to the labor of love
Our will is just never enough
Surfing among the stars in the heavens above

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