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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.
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 12:00 AM UTC
Is it Science, or is it Art?
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.
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 12:00 AM UTC
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