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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
