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When the sun sets in the evening
And you've still more mouths to feed
You may find yourself with a basket of bread
A tiny little piece is all you need
When your journey's blocked by water
And you pass without getting wet
You may ask yourself, "What's the meaning of it all?"
A tiny little shrug is all you get
On your quest for information
Bring along the tools you need
If you find yourself staring blankly at a screen
A tiny little chip is what you need
When your nation's steeped in sorrow
And your pundits are having a fit
You'll redeem yourself at the end of everything
A tiny little atom's all you split
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