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9/5/2002
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Random thoughts, after thoughts, fill my mind.
Believe in me, believe in myself, thinking.
Follow what I am made of.
Superstitious lies so very untrue.
Believe the facts of our country.
What is pure today may never live unto tomorrow.
Put me in my place, my face is pure too.
Of the facts that I know I see it in the mirror glass.
Look back at me as I ponder.
What do you ponder, is it the same?
Are you trying to take over my world?
Like a cartoon, we are all animated, though our thoughts are static.
Focused on one thing only, that which is meant to be pure and true.
Believe in this and believe in now, believe in me, or do not believe at all.
So I think it purely as always, in this world, only the spaces between us matter.
The facts within are pure, tomorrow will come too soon.
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