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At our best we can know
what's only been told
Or passed by oral refrain

Can we accept what's been said
To fill empty heads
Then Span the gaps that remain

What makes us feel
that what we "know" is real
When everything around presents lies

It's all on our own
As we rush for our thrones
With whatever we seem to devise

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