Where the 'Truth' May Start

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Silence that ponders under watchful lights
Tends to forget its personal rights
Relying on strung lanterns to lead the way
Which swing right and left to the wood ship's sway
That ship sets sail upon an ocean of masses
Whose tide smothers and molds shapes of sea glasses
That tide moves to the persuasion of the moon
Of whom takes face according to when midnight or noon
These times change with position
against a celestial untame
How do we know the sun shines
from the heart of its furious flame?





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