Because it obfuscates the rest;
The kind that very often tries
To make you think it is the best
And urges you to just ignore
The edges it cannot quite cover.
It claims, this truth, to have been more
Than it is now, but you'll discover
It is, if anything, much less
Precisely since it tries to hide
The other truths that would confess
The little ways in which it's lied.
The truth, alas, need not be kind
Too good to be is so, you'll find.
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