once we escape the bodyguard of lies
the world is changed and all the music there
though muffled once now seems to fill the air
with complex tones there are things we devise
to capture fact and bring it under eyes
most able to discern the true affair
scrutinise nature analyse the sphere
those who describe are those we call the wise
now past the moment when we were afraid
of shadows that reminded of the grave
waiting for naughty boys who dared to speak
first out of turn we view the prompt parade
of urgent messengers pretending brave
ready to yield the first blow to the meek
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