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Hold your ear up to the light
You'll see it makes a sound
Outward is the only place
To go that is not bound
The man who says he has no heart
Might not be telling lies
One who has betrayed his soul
Is who Wisdom denies
Pictures painted of the Stars
Never seem quite real
Nothing seen by human eye
Is exact as a feel
As guidelines are immoral
They are imperative
Not something to count upon
But necessity to live
The limits of Time and Space
Are blocked out by a fuel
No one fault all of our own
Just twist of Fate so cruel
No need to feel a sorrow
For the Space unattained
Just thank the world's congress
For progress unordained
Up to the Shaun Russell PageAnders Sandberg / asa@nada.kth.se