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I feel a wind
blowing
through my soul
it is an ill wind
whispering
things yet unforeseen
when the high priests
at the temple of C.E.R.N
opens the doors
to things they think
is controlled
with knowledge
that has been
dug up
from our past
blowing
through my soul
it is an ill wind
whispering
things yet unforeseen
when the high priests
at the temple of C.E.R.N
opens the doors
to things they think
is controlled
with knowledge
that has been
dug up
from our past
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