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Lie with the truth,

so incredibly you.

Yes.

The moon is made of green cheese,

and your soul tries to escape when you sneeze.

Truth is relative.

Only here and now is imperative.

Black's really pink,

White's more of a gray.

Keep it up long enough,

and that's what people will say.

But the mind is only one room,

the lies pave the way for the doom.

So lie to them do,

they'll accept it as true.

Yes, you might lie to us,

but you can't lie to you.