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The title says it all, really |
| The caliber of broken thought Is but a truth not heard But how can mind see and understand That it's not the words that make one mend In the strings and tides of probability One can miss the possibility And geometric shapes will never change Never evolve, never stand out, never range Fun carousel, where do you stop Will you take me high or let me drop But can the world truly stand still When lies and truth become the same pill |