There are one thousand miniscule's
Lets call them milliamps
Though each one may not seem a lot
In the dark will light your lamps
Tales of unexpected levitation
Akin to flying like a kite
Akin to flying like a kite
When in contact with the powerful
You find the minimal has might
All this talk of being thrown around
Is better left unsaid
for nothing more than fifty milliamps
for nothing more than fifty milliamps
Is quite to enough to drop you dead
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