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We are a freckle
On the body of the Universe.

We are a full stop
In the book of Infinity.

We are a speck of dust
In the corner of Space.

We are a nanosecond
In the history of Time.

We are the centre of our own Universe
But ignored by all others.

We are nothing to everything
But everything to ourselves.

All we see is all we know
But, by golly,

We make the most of it.