And so is ev'ryone else,
New babies clones of us and the others,
So that we're all ourselves,
So that given the same circumstances,
Same road from which we came,
Our reaction to a stimulus would,
Be to a hair's-breadth exactly the same,
With no other person we ever meet,
Not being one of us,
Old, young, new people inside and outside,
Are exact replicas,
Would we e'en know,
We're all identical,
Or would we love and hate? Would there be war,
In such an unlikely order social?
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