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Little humans have little minds
The circle of thick skulls expands around us
I'm a child of my age - a premature worry
I believe in the fear of the man
Who will make the great discovery
My fate is blind without foundation
One short step to apprehension
Only what is human can be truly foreign
Curdled smiles
Disrupted sleep
Surplus
Narrow - minded
Primitive
