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Inoculate the species with a serum from above,
a guaranteed elixir filled with love.
Things are out of sequence in the highlands and the border;
now it's time to get our house in order?

Let everybody gather at the clinic in the sky,
make sure that every person does comply.
And when they leave the clinic with a smile upon their face:
a new beginning for the human race.

I know this sounds simplistic and I may be quite the fool,
but I will keep on breaking every rule,
until I see some changes in the attitude of man
and this I'm sure you all can understand.

So gather all together and let's make reality-
a loving thing that everyone can see.
This serum is provided by the muses in the sky,
who say to man "just give it one more try."

We know there's no rejection just perfection that's sublime-
that's what the gods have promised every time.
So contact every country in the world that doesn't know
and tell them that the serum's running low.

When this thing is over and we all can smell the flowers,
countries will be equal in their powers.
No one picks a conflict or can find a single season
for a war no matter what the reason.

Some say that I am crazy and the gods don't even care
and some may say the gods aren't even there.
But listen to the muses who are floating in the air;
yes, listen to the muses if you dare!

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