| Leo Tolstoy
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| «Truth, like gold, is to be obtained
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| Not by its growth, but by washing away
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| From it all that is not gold»
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| Wash it all away, this replica, wash it all away
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| We reveal only truths that we have chosen
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| And tell only secrets of the surface
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| We offer up our skin, the measure of our worth
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| As we wade into the shallows
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| Wash it all away, this replica
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| The rising tied will wash it all away
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| Rais the border and the boundaries
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| We separate lesser evils each in their own compartments
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| The view from this lense by it’s design divides us
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| Divides us, what of the truth
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| Only movement in the reaches of gravity
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| Can mean anything
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| Towers were built like castles from the sand
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| Like statues of tyrants
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| The tide is coming in to wash them away
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| The towers were built like castles in the sand
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| The rising tide will wash them away |