we send rockets to Mars,
we'll send rockets to the Sun.
Trying to find something.
Something we don't have
here in the Earth
under our boots.
We search for someone,
with a different skin color,
no hair on the head,
three eyes and one foot.
Someone who speaks a language to be understood.
Without realising that
he's the guy of the next door
we meet everyday at the elevator
on the third floor.
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