There was once upon a town,
This black and dirty town,
Where everybody walked
As if they danced around.
As figurines on white sand,
Many swept the dirty ground
Until the very last tile
Even if it took a mile.
On another part of town,
A nicer and paler place,
A few others ran about
As figurines with a steady pace.
With a careless despair,
They stepped on thin air
Never wondering whose town
They were all walking about.
And then with a silent shout
A train passed above the crowd.
O poder das ideas sobrepondo-se ao poder de uma sociedade.
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