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A HISTORY OF MYSTERY
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What happens after we die?
Do we float up into the sky?
Does my personality dissolve like mist?
What happens after all of this?
Well, I don't rightly know
From a really long time ago
People have guessed and invented
The many possibilities that are presented
Some are scary and bad
They make us fearful and sad
So my very best advice
Is to go with something nice
Whatever would be a comfort
Since it's yours, it will be a good fit
A heaven that cures all our woes
A place where everyone knows
How to peacefully exist
Amid glowing clouds of bliss
So pick your heaven, it's free
It's whatever you want it to be
In the absence of anyone knowing
A magical forest is where I'm going
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