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Nov 2011
What keeps the stars apart?
I have often asked;
Is it Science, or is it Art?
As I boarded the bus.

What makes fire hot and water wet?
I have often asked;
You don't know the answer, I bet?
As I got off the bus.

One and one is two, we know by heart?
But once we are alerted,
Science is just like abstract Art,
Just a lot more introverted.

What keeps friends together?
I have often asked;
Is it Spirit, or is it Matter?
No, just wear no mask.

Why is life so complicated,
I have often asked;
Everything is calculated,
To shatter like glass.

Maybe it is quite simple after all?
I have often been told;
Cure first the things that are small,
Like the common cold.

I say what really really really matter,
I have often answered;
Is see above the skin, but below the feather,
And bury the dogs of war we butchered.
Written by
Wayne Cheah
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   Lindsey Williams
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