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The vast swirling nebula Bright and beauteous to behold Can swallow the meek if Caught unaware. The tentacles sway in The cosmic wind, a Testament to the macrocosm Of the Universe. The simple elements that Color the body of this Unknown entity have the Answers. There are So many questions asked, Thousands upon thousands That rival the thousands That ask those questions, But perhaps we�ve never Asked the right question. So, we piddle about in Our merry petty way, and Wonder continuously if it Really does boil down to An onion. |
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