Past the final seconds of a day gone by,
Past the first seconds of a new day,
I felt a bright light from a bright star,
Like when a butterfly flaps its wings for the very first time,
I felt a new birth,
Like the cries of a new born,
I cried for I believed, for a moment,
Innocence had found its abode in me.
In those odd hours of the interface;
Knowledge came to me as ignorance.
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