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Long ago in a dusty village,
Full of hunger, pain and strife,
A man came forth with a vision of truth,
And the way to a better life,
He was convinced he had the answer,
And he compelled people to follow along,
But the hunger never vanished,
And the man was banished,
And the village dried up and died,
At a time when wise men peered,
Through brass tubes toward the sky,
The heavens changed in predictable ways,
And one man was able to find,
That he had thought he found the answer,
And he was quick to write his revelation,
But as they were scrutinized
In his colleagues eyes,
He soon became a mockery,
Don't tell me about the answer,
'cause then another one will come along soon,
I don't believe you have the answer,
I've got ideas too,
But if you've got enough naivite,
And you've got conviction,
Then the answer is perfect for you
An urban sprawl sits choking on its discharge,
Overwhelmed by industry,
Inclined toward charity,
Everyone's begging for an answer,
Without regard validity,
The searching never ends,
It goes on and on and on for eternity
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