And, where I learned the things I “know”,
I find it hard to say –
Between the mists of long ago
And somewhere far away.
And some are right and some are wrong,
But all are incomplete;
I know the lyrics to the song
But can’t recall the beat.
And yet I say the things I do
And lead my tongue a waltz,
And that regardless if they’re true
Or couldn’t be more false.
In fact, I shouldn’t say a word
Since truth is seen but never heard.
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