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#70 It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This I do not know It may be said I will not know I have a dread Of where I came to where I went Though others preach specific bent. .tic .toc .tic .toc .tic .toc I still don't know My progress nil But others too have had their fill Now fashion is to bless the text To close one eye To bend a knee And name our true path uncertainty. |
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