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Can you remember the first time,

        When you looked to the heavens

                And boldly asked why?
Or the last time you sought comfort,

        From all the turmoil about

                Only to receive no reply?
It would seem that curiosity

        Provides a life-long quiz,

                As answers are withheld.
Since most are seen repeatedly,

        Few are thought to be original,

                While a small number are misspelled.
So where the answers are seldom easy,

        The interrogation must go forward

                With focus and grace.
Because this test is given to all humanity,

        And if failed, it'll be repeated,

                But from a dismal, last place.
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