When you come to a formal garden
You know somebody's been there
Trying to straighten things out
When you come to a formula
Or theorem you know somebody's
Been trying to write it all down
The parts that fit together
Or must be put together
We feel if we just understand
Lifting a corner of the page
Of all that can be known
Then maybe peace would come
The peace we are promised
Beyond understanding here and now
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