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The truth you speak has no past and no future.
It is, and that's all it needs to be.
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
"Pipe a song about a Lamb!"
So I piped with merry cheer.
"Piper, pipe that song again;"
So I piped: he wept to hear.
-- William Blake, "Songs of Innocence"
Whether you can hear it or not,
The Universe is laughing behind your back.
-- National L
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