Places are made up of people
Everywhere you go
Here's the church and the steeple
Everybody knows
When we start to do a thing
Players set in motion
Happening behind the scenes
At the very notion
Sewing up the tapestry
Humans make the threads you see
Weaving with our every move
However loose or tightly woven
Sometimes strings will come undone
That's when we must turn to one
One who knows the full design
And keeps the needle and threads in time
So we proudly wear our colors
While we appreciate the others

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