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Eppur si muove

Reinvent, commute whatever comes to mind,
It will still be bound by the laws entwined.
Abnegate, disown everything in sight, 
It will still exist in all of its might. 

Trick yourself, believe you will change the fate,
Counter all the voices that could make you wait. 
No, it’s not pure logic that will guide your lane. 
Contrary – the madness is what keeps you sane.
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