You will die
It's a fact
You will sigh
It's a fact
You will fall
It's a fact
You will go to the mall
It's a fact
You will comb your hair
It's a fact
You will say it's not fair
It's a fact
You will eat
It's a fact
You will sleep
It's a fact
You will think
It's a fact
You will wash your hands in a sink
But amidst all of these facts
There are countless more
Do you accept them
You didn't think about them before
Now that we've stated
All of these facts
I've come to realize
I don't believe in facts
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