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I have seen the map and diagrams
I have touched your cutaway sphere
I have smelled the epoxy
I have scratched the paint
and still
I do not believe you
There are seas beneath these continents
and in these grounds
we float
I have seen the map and diagrams
I have touched your cutaway sphere
I have smelled the epoxy
I have scratched the paint
and still
I do not believe you
There are seas beneath these continents
and in these grounds
we float