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| Part 1: |
| We paw our minds, tear its entrails, search and sift through--- |
| We blunder tenderly along its corridors and look intently, |
| Hoping that around some forgotten corner |
| We might stumble upon an answer |
| Lying open and still breathing. |
| Part 2: |
| He is a curious thing this paradox called Man --- |
| He laughs...He cries...He smiles...He frowns... |
| But within this tight Tragedy called life |
| His heart beats steadily. |
| Part 3: |
| There is a man I know who sits and thinks --- wandering |
| Down philosophical pathways, |
| Concerned with ultimate questions; |
| But when we talk, He has never touched my pulsing flesh, |
| My hungry heart... |
| Part 4: |
| Sometimes they say I am a man without faith --- |
| Yet they do not know my secret moments, |
| When I go beyond their cheap categories to know. |
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(Lyrics Copyrighted by John Soos. Used by permission.) |
| Richard Audd |
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