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As one child is thought red on his mother's knee - the one true colour
A neighbour is tought blue on his mother's knee - the one true colour
With a fervour inherited, it will be subsequently delivered
Ignore the spectrum

Dear whom it may concern,

I feel as though I'm about to crash and burn
I think I'm falling and there's no return
But I've no idea to whom this may concern
I;m looking out at all the stars and I learn
There's no one up aboveto hear my yearn
I'm on my own

In the arena of the endless unknow
Do not stage theathre and call it truth
And when one child is taught red on his mother's knee
It must be subsequently delivered
With all of the spectrum

Someone has whipped the carpet from beneath my feet
Someone upturned the furniture in my mind
Bu oh how rich the soil
How wonderous the upheaval
It's time to embark...

To dissect is to broaden the adventure
And enrich one's tenure
So do not blunt the surgeon's knife

There's so much to explore; there's so much to absorbe
And then the atoms that you borrowed
They are return to the cosmos
They are returned when you're...

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