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Magic comes from places unbelieved,
By the ignorant and those folk deceived,
Where better truth is found in the shade,
Where the sources of all facts are made.
Laws are the tools enforcers use to stem,
The tide of natural thought; condemn,
All non conforming ideas labelled wrong,
For one must to the ruling tribe belong.
Dressed in the vogue the powers that be accept,
Schooled in false histories that are carefully kept,
In open volumes where no cobwebs cling,
As in the recesses; dust covers everything,
The unread books of truths decaying fashion,
Written by wiser folk with love and passion.
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