There once was someone who didn’t know.
He didn’t even know if he didn’t know.
Or if he didn’t know if he didn’t know.
But it was alright.
Because he was happy even if he didn’t know it.

He asked some people, family and friends
And they said they knew
they couldn’t say exactly how or what it was
but they didn’t mind
they wanted to believe and they didn’t want it any other way

The problem was
that each person who knew, knew something different from the next.
And over this they fought
and many of them were wounded
and many of them were hurt
even the one who didn’t know

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