THE ILLUSIONIST

by Arthur Smid

For my next trick, I need a volunteer.

Once you’ve seen Truth herself
You’ll think of her by day;
You’ll dream of her at night.
Come on. Come and see her.

Come in and you will see.
It’s all in Building Seven.

Once you’ve seen Truth herself
You’ll never be the same;
You’ll dream of her by day.
Come in and you will see
The secret of our prestige.

It’s all in Building Seven.
You’ll never be the same.

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