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In a dream  

I find myself

on a sound stage 

in a studio.

Musicians are there,

a conductor prepares,

and a beautiful woman

then appears.

 

 

She tells me how happy

that she is 

to be recording 

a song I wrote.

The orchestra plays!

She swoons and sways!

 Faith takes hold of her!

She begins to sing:

 

Do you believe;

in something you can not see;

in something you can not hear;

in something you can not know?

 

Do you believe;

in something you can not touch; 

in something you can not feel;

in something that might be real?

 

 

Do you believe?

Do you believe?

Do you believe;

in more than science can find?

 

Do you believe?

Do you believe?

Do you believe;

in more than theory predicts?

Are you optimistic?

 

 

The next day

or a few there after

on an actors' stage

in a studio.

A cast is there,

a director prepares,

and a remotely-controlled skeleton

then appears.

 

He asks me: "Will you 

be my friend?";

and extends towards me

a bony hand.

We shake and I say!

That would be comedy!

We could do a routine!

I begin to sing:

 

Do you believe;

in only things you can see;

in only things you can hear;

in only things you can know?

 

Do you believe;

in only things you can touch;

in only things you can feel

in things that might not be real?

 

Do you believe?

Do you believe?

Do you believe;

in just what science can find?

 

Do you believe?

Do you believe?

Do you believe;

in just what theory predicts?

Are you pessimistic?

 

 

 

 

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