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Scientists predicted it would die out on its own
Analysts decreed that its affects were overblown
Skeptics conjured theories to account for the unknown
But it's been around a while, It'll be here when they're gone
Sometimes It's a window
Sometimes it's a wall
Sometimes it's a place where people shatter when they fall
Sometimes it's a River
Sometimes it's a flood
Sometimes it's a place where people drown and come back up
Scholars wrote it off as just an odd coincidence
Weathermen were puzzled by the nature of events
Philosophers were driven to an incoherent tangle
Spin doctors and hockers couldn't seem to find anangle
Everything depends on how you answer when you get that call
Will it be your window or will it be your wall