I have no faith in human perfectibility I think that human exertion will have No appreciable effect upon humanity Man is now only more active Not more happy Nor more wise Than he was
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Five, four, three, two, one, zero All engines running Lift off, we have a lift-off That’s one small step for man One giant leap for mankind
Lost in our anger, lonely in our might We’re crawling towards darkness Like a thief in the night In this world of shadows where demons reside We paint a smile upon our face with hate we hide Time was up when the wiseman died
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