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We’ll spend that one last penny on the land within our mind.
We toil the land, we sow the seeds and battle great storms at times.
The seeds thus grow, and over time they spawn a fruitful vine, and feed a hungry many on the land within our minds.
But, alas, the harvest comes to leave but just bare vine, and the cycle of the many, again, are left in time.