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I want to be sedated
 A substance not outdated
  To be fully educated
   My spirit unabated
    For living in the clouds.
     Perusing skies of endless
      time-----I fly.
       Nothing ventured, 
         everything explained.
           The truth shan't set us free
             Unless I wholly depart from me.
               The mind is a terrible thing to waste
                 It's all a matter of time and taste.
                  Judge ye not, lest ye be 
                   Judged in hasty, haughty haste.
                    The familiar is a trap
                     Decline that socio rap,
                       Experiential enterprise
                         Is the way to go
                          It's the only thing you'll forever, ever Know.

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