Recurrence

When one is too young
The other already old
When one starts to buy
Another is being sold
When one goes to sleep
The other wakes up
One cries “gilded cage”
The other dates the cop
When I was going slow
He was zipping by
I started the peace fire
He jumped into the sky
And yet, and yet, and yet
We shall overlive

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