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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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