If all the myths I ever heard were true,
And all the tall tales highly crammed with fact;
If dreams and visions showed an honest view,
And fiction in its detail were exact
To truth, if fantasy only described,
Despite itself, precisely what existed,
If all the tablets that were once enscribed
Had only valid points in what was listed,
If nursery rhymes were accurate, and plays
Showed nature in perfection when reflected,
If all the deeds that point towards Milliways
Were really done, and totally perfected,
If only truth from all this falsehood grew,
No part of it could ever exceed you.
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