I have no faith in human perfectibility
I think that human exertion will have
No appreciable effect upon humanity
Man is now only more active
Not more happy
Nor more wise
Than he was

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Five, four, three, two, one, zero
All engines running
Lift off, we have a lift-off
That's one small step for man
One giant leap for mankind

Lost in our anger, lonely in our might
We're crawling towards darkness
Like a thief in the night
In this world of shadows where demons reside
We paint a smile upon our face with hate we hide
Time was up when the wiseman died
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