oliver had a dream . he dreamt that all made sense
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everything was very logical . he dreamt of birds and butterflies
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of dimensions in a stern structure . and time as the only truth
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mislead and blinded . by his logic
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caught in a labyrinth of time . neglecting speculations
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neglecting timeless existence . oh what a fool he is
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answers so near . understanding so far away
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oliver was so sure . that everything needs proof . to be true
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oliver thinks himself always right . but what can his opinion change
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I am so small - he thinks . but oliver when a small stone is thrown
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into a quiet lake . the whole sea is moved
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oh oliver . there are so many of your kind . too many of your kind
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The Seeker
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