I have a story to tell,
It isn’t mine to say
But if I were
To tell you how
Here to they,
And now to newer how
I could be gone sooner
And who quicker still now,
You’d never know
That it’s all those fields,
Chemistry, physics,
Biology, quantum mechanics et all.
But most of all
the art
Was of what was to come
What was ours to be curious,
And eminently alarmed.
Had campaigned in silence’s start,
Oh, what it was to feign a heart’s consort. CONTORT.
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