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Originally posted by Bowie:
Its just an object,
I doesn't mean what you think,
Things are just things,
Till someone comes,
Then imagination sticks its nose in,
Turns harmless into harmful,
Innocent into worldly.

What is it, a stick shaped like a gun,
Or a gun laying on the ground,
Who can say but River,
She understands,
She simply doesn't comprehend,
How can anyone embrace within limits,
Take the world at one glance?

Much better to flow away,
Taking the sticks and stones along,
Making them new and smooth,
bringing them to calmer waters,
Were they will bother us no more.
Its just an object,
it doesn't mean what you think.

If you play Nationstates.net check out the region Firefly.

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