| Nothing is really here
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| But what is in front of you
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| The enigma of the present
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| Are you one of them
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| That looks for it behind the corners
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| Or one that have seen
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| The true emptiness of the now
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| The electricity that binds us
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| For the grand great of the microbe
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| That rule is a constant truth
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| It can not be changed nor reset
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| And all must abide and accept
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| How complete the void stays yet
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| All things unchanged except right here
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| And right now — contemplate and resign
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| Unto the possibility and the past
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| It is all that we are granted
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| What casts the shadow of doubt
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| It must be cut down, down to the ground
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| And replace that — that uncertainty
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| With a will and a marrow
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| Made of steel and of stone
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| All things of matter or dust on this plane
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| Cast away by the lady of fortune
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| And a dark one — a presence of no devotion
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| Leads on from a second to a tomb
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| The treasures of all time
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| Can be found in this world
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| The reason for what lies
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| In the spun thread of life
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| Nothing is really here
|
| But what is in front of you
|
| The enigma of the present
|
| Are you one of them
|
| That looks for it behind the corners
|
| Or one that have seen
|
| The true emptiness of the now
|
| And how death is ever near
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| What casts the shadow of doubt
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| It must be cut down, down to the ground
|
| And replace that — that uncertainty
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| With a will and a marrow
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| Made of steel and of stone |