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We cannot begin to see the realms beyond periphery |
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These ghosts and odd anomalies that whisper of reality |
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But modern man is so adept at skimming past the ocean's depths |
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From shoal to shore but still convinced |
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We can't feel the spinning underneath |
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This globe rotates and no one perceives |
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We're so small but man always believes |
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we are the center, measure of all things |
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If this is where we lie, some place between the matter and the mystified |
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And only foolish minds would attempt to fit the universe inside |
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Maybe all our lives are founded in the moments that escape our eyes |
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And prudent hearts will find that there is beauty in the mysteries of life |
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We are so small |
