We stood in unbearable rain
In the pursuit of truth,
It did not seem so vain
As contacting god from telephone booth
Not knowing drove us insane
We had an inkling, a slight hint
a candle on the window vane
i flicker in the night, a glint
It might not have been
Truth is, truth hurts
In the end we may never win
Either way, we may be broken into parts
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