There is this perennial misconception
That we are better than our sisters
Or better than anyone for that matter
How we worry into competition
The Hundred Years' War reduced
To televised athletic matches
How fact proliferates into fiction
No matter how far back we go
Who knows what really happened
We're left in a state of stupefaction
How strongly what's unconscious builds
The world we barely know
At any moment what we're doing
When we get up and go
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