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Einstein Who is this Einstein who sits here Calmly smoking his pipe And changing the realities of our world As if he were some sort of demigod From a distant universe But that is okay Since he has a moustache He can do these things I used to have one myself But I shaved it off And haven’t felt divine since |
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