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The mind is what finally acts
After it receives a false collection of facts.
The truth forced you to pause
When you saw the real cause.
Your mind was sorely deceived
By facts. It was not the truth, as you believed.
A pile of facts, which do not cohere,
Is the basis of truth somewhere, but entirely false here.
You wanted a smoke; you found a cigarette,
But the smoke, the love—you haven’t found that yet.
Talk to people face to face, people with the world on their back.
Listen to them. Then you’ll wish for a soundtrack.
You see reports of truth suppressed,
And understand why when you see truth, undressed.
There was a reason the cloud hung around the sun.
They weren’t going to ask you. You weren’t the one.
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