The landforms under the sea, we imagined a mirage.
Illusionary hope we thought to begrudge.
Now exposed to the Earth's surface, no more sea floor spreading.
The dreams that kept rotating on 360° wild spinning,
At uncontrollable velocity, it seemed as if it'd never stop.

In advance better to grab a mop
At least wiping our wet checks on time would save our pride.
Our emotions all the way, we'd to strictly hide.
All the times we imagined to budget our hope,
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