Colonies

We build and build

Like ants in the ground

We store up what we think

Are the treasures with which

We will always resound

When really our lives

Much like a carnival circus

Just spin and rotate back

Be it around and around

And the greatest treasure we'll find

Never actually can be found

For its by personal growth

And the pursuit which we are bound

Always build for those things beyond your own town

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