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Created on: October 23, 2008
The world is a mystery for us to solve
Or something to leave and never to know;
We all want truth like a lover to hold
And caress truth so our understanding grows.
But, that would kill the romance of mystery,
Put inquisitive minds to sleep quickly.
If we could retrace our exact history
It would be a bittersweet victory.
What then would our minds worry about?
Or think so deep about existence it hurts.
Would people still pray and religion be around?
Maybe if we knew it would be a curse.
As long as we live and the earth revolves,
The world is a mystery for us to solve.
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