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Maps are just lines on paper
Drawn by those who think
They know where the world ends and begins
Steel on steel clashing
To defend those imaginary lines
The lupin growing wild
Regardless of the lines
Knows the truth
The world is compressed
Onto a single sheet of paper
No wonder everyone
Is clamouring for therapy
In a world gone mad
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