Imagine a world hurled in commotion
Where the secret is the egret
Without the motion
To the notion we are all
In fact in the act to find truth
Aloof and exact as tact
What was good for me is bad for you
What you believe I disapprove
But the truth can not prove
One way or the other
If we take the strange change and love for
Opinion which once was in the dark
Now engages the pages of the heart
Was once a light to fight to death
Now is right giving into breath
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