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Observations and reports Obsessive rumours, hopeful thought Do they think, do they feel? Is this fake, is this for real? Eight thousand five hundred Eleven notifications In one hundred sixtyfour Years until now Indirect extrapolations Of everydays anomalies Hasty, poor conclusions, just Like superstitious faith in gods Everything can't be explained Recent signs confusing us Only thing we know for sure That life will never be the same