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A butterfly flies through the forest rain
And turns the wind into a hurricane
I know that it will happen
'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance
A schoolboy yawns, sits back and hits return
While round the world computers crash and burn
I know that it will happen
'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance
And I believe
I can see it all so clearly now
You must go and I must set you free
'Cause only that will bring you back to me
I know that it will happen
Because I believe in the certainty of chance
Sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. Peace =
frightens me. Perhaps I fear it most of all. I feel it's only a facade, =
hiding the face of hell. I think of what's in store for my children =
tomorrow; "The world will be wonderful", they say; but from whose =
viewpoint? We need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a =
work of art; in a state of enchantment... detached. Detached.
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