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The giant sky � � � � � � � � � �
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I can always � � � � �
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Imagine the truth � � � � � � � � � �
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As I feel � � � � � � � �
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Your menace holds the lobby � � � � � � � � � �
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Beautiful features � � � � � � � � � �
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Cutting shambles ��
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Of thin-coated clones waiting � � � � � � � � � �
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In possible versions of contentment � � � � � � � � � �
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There I greet you � � � � � � � � � �
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Having crossed the future � � � � � � � � � �
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And returned � � � � � � �
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Any hostages� �
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Yet knowing � � �
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I was still yours � � � � � � � � � �
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And thus refusing � � � � � � � � � � �
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To admit � � � � � � � � � � �
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I had ever gone � � � � � � � � � �
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