| Oh, brighter than a thousand suns
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| The march towards the stars
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| On the wheel, on the car
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| Off the plane, off the planet
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| And on in the search
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| Yes, we pray in the dark in the Sciences' church
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| Upon the tree of knowledge
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| The fruit is bitter-sweet;
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| To the man in the street
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| All its myriad benefits Science confers
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| But we’re still in the dark, much as we always were
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| Run your mind down the Sciences;
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| None of them lay claim to show more than a part
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| But still we shout out what we know…
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| The silence is enough to break the mortal heart
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| So bow down in adoration to the wonder that is man;
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| We have learned all we can
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| We explore every frontier that straddles our way
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| But we’re still in the dark, though we now call it day
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| No, there is no answer
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| There is no eternal proof
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| There is no timeless truth;
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| Though we learn to encompass yet more with the eye
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| We are still in the dark when it comes to the why
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| We are still in the dark
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| Bedded down
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| And so we still lie |