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author:
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- Mattia Mascarello
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title: Alembic
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=cmr12 at 40pt
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CC BY-SA 4.0 Mattia Mascarello\
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Distribuited under the ["Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC
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BY-SA 4.0)\"](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/) license
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Poems by Mattia Mascarello
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Anywhere the wind blows
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Current Edition: January February March April May June July August September October November December
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Mattia Mascarello,\
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Alba (CN), Italy\
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<mattia.mascarello@outlook.it>\
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[Github](https://github.com/MatMasIt)\
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[Telegram](https://t.me/matmasak)
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Thanks to all of my friends.
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**Preface**\
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My stream of thought is stored in this container as I progress to read
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it Essentially, a collection
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Cogs
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====
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Cogs of Ice\
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Tick and Slide\
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Subdivide the Time in Time\
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Slow or steady to demise\
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Who shall melt and who shall dance\
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On the thin floor of life?
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Parcel
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======
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Wherever may I find my body wandering and where I lay my hand\
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A lone and unknown land\
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Just follows me and never leaves\
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Oh when has this begun?\
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To them I say let there be\
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a land I know and love\
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and not the parcel nature gave\
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to spare with me alone.
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Rolls
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=====
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An old typewriter lies on the desk\
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Rolls of types and rolls of life\
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the impression of a hot coffee\
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on a cloudy morning\
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and the prints of a dead hand.\
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Oh young age, regret and retribution\
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The keys' noise covers my thought\
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and the noise that I bear inside.
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Friction
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========
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Friction\
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Friction\
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Metal scraping\
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Glass beheading\
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Where we're heading?\
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Sleep and\
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tick and\
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turn and\
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twist and\
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walk and\
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sit, for what?\
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Desist?\
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Your calculations\
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fail.
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Machines
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========
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Polygons of vision\
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A field of empty vectors\
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Directed to imperfection\
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Escape your judgment\
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Machines of flesh\
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Which make machines\
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For this you see\
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'tis what thee be.
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OK
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==
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Ok\
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Why?\
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OK\
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What does it mean?\
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What do you mean?\
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This is ridiculous\
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Ok\
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The alarm is sounding\
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Ok\
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For well you see the waste this\
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all be\
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O\
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K.
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Masters of Doubt
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================
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Do you feel good?\
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Do you feel fine?\
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What must be word\
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that you make so flag of yourself\
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When you proceed\
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To bury the dead.
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Second Line
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===========
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Buffer of thought\
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Distilled and saw\
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It keeps bouncing inside\
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Until you drown it in fire.
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Steam
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=====
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Steam, fire, electricity\
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Some machines feed on it\
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Some machines die on it\
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All walk on the ribbon\
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It goes extremely wide.
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Imaginary
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=========
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Flow\
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Fly\
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In the sky\
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Slowly tired\
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Not explored anything\
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Neither being admired\
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But still\
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You may try.
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Sweden
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======
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What shall say thee?\
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2418\
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Walk to the beam\
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Shines so lightly\
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Moves so brightly\
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When you'll think then\
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Don't complain me\
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For what I see\
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Is the most wide sea.
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Contempt
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========
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Acknowledge it!\
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Acknowledge it yourself\
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The forces that behind you\
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are pushing your contempt\
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You see someone up there\
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but no-one but yourself\
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You think the freest free is what\
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the heat has quickly fled\
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No intention to assimilate\
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let alone to adjudicate\
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The superstructure of your thought\
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is laid upon bones.
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Resonance
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Glaring eyes to the public\
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you notice something:\
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an entity which resonates\
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the same frequency as you\
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Be sure as well to keep in phase\
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that's what you're going to do\
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because if not you know that, too\
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you'll cancel whole in two.
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Beat
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====
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Beat him! No, don't despair\
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There's always a second place for losers,\
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that's hell\
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Beat her!\
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Look at your foe in the eyes\
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You might both as well call it a tie\
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For in this fight the only winner is who doesn't cry.\
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Was that anytime?\
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Well, everyone stops fighting when they die.
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Walk
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====
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Walk downtown,\
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looking around\
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The movement, the sound\
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The rubble on the ground\
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changing\
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slowly chaining\
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Men walking in the snow\
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Where do they go?\
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What do they know?\
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A solitary chimney\
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Is coughing up some smoke\
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You sit on the edge of the plane\
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Which separates from them all.
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Act
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===
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A close call\
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It's ringing\
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You might as well pick up your phone\
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Oh, look, it's your friend\
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He's asking what you've done\
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Interact is all you do,\
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It flows inside everyone and all\
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What did you make of it?
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Bell
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====
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Rain and Snow\
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Outside a shell of shells\
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So while outside it's cold as hell\
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You ring the bell, for dinner's served\
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However don't rejoice so much\
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because you it's not for you to know\
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what then you'll tell.
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Blue
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====
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Looking in the eyes\
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the broadcast just begun\
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for there's some connection\
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which requires no waveform\
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oscillators dance, that's sure\
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but what might they do\
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when the only station I am tuning in\
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is you.
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Red
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===
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What Irony of a substance,\
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powering such squalor\
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mess of cogs and sweat\
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But when the oil leaks\
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the pain deceives\
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that friction's gone.\
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Casino
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======
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Wait\
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This game is rigged!\
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What did you expect?\
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Someone's gonna have to finance\
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heaven and hell.
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War
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===
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Go away and come\
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command\
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sustain\
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engage\
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and train\
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terrain\
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TERRAIN\
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TERRAIN!
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Trees
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Hands in air\
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fog is there\
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dark and light\
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all perspires\
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when you're there.
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Violet
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Violet, light blue\
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you know the\
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address, too\
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the corners of\
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the world are\
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shining there\
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for you.\
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Even when your soul denies\
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you're bound\
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by what's outside.
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Reflection
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==========
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Eyes stare at\
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eyes\
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The same soul inside\
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yet shall we say\
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we feel afraid, insane.
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Smile
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A symile of smiles, emerged\
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from what seemed\
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like crying.\
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Despair may be\
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a pretty fun affair.
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Tear
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====
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Tear, torn, cut apart\
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select your product from\
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the list\
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a little scalpel\
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may fix that\
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but what lays on the floor\
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is hard to reattach
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Void
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====
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Beyond black\
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beyond white\
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beyond cubes\
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beyond lights\
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beyond love\
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beyond lies\
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it's not just what\
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hearth and mind deny\
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it's what thy were\
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and thy shall be.
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Dust
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====
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Writings on a wall\
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a tree and its\
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snow\
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What acheivement do you keep\
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in your mind and in your soul?\
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Many speakers of all minds fly and dance will\
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tonight\
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While the dust settles\
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inside.
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Buyeth
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======
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To everybody's contempt\
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today is the event\
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The day when you must pay\
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for the uncherished bliss\
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we all have been denying\
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before it was taken by\
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fire.
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Gates
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Bad,unjust\
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war and lust\
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we shall decide\
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what you be must\
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Dancing as a dancer\
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Sleeping as a sleepr\
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Heat,\
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speeding cars,\
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metal and wooden planks\
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Your nature shall not stand\
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where we not demand.
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Sweat
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Brick and bells\
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On which an old man leans\
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Not tired by age,\
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but by life's appeal\
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For who lives in a dream is sleeping\
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and thus he's keeeping\
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his life of sweat.
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Tin
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===
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Laying on a bed in a late early after noon\
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The pitch black and the tense muscles\
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The will to grip to the comfy cushion yet the urge to act\
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The incessant\
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time\
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awaits\
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one's\
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alarm.\
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Laying inert like tin battles with the soul\
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Until one wins on his own terms
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Stereo
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======
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The downhill pipe\
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all leaks and all flows\
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jets and steamy puffs\
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shielded and shivering\
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break and set fire\
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collide and deny\
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barricade\
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Don't fade, don't regret\
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admire\
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desire\
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but rageous be\
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against the passage of the time.\
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Flames shall be your soul\
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and your touch shall be fire.\
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Intertia and hiding\
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only stack yourself\
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up your back.
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Alley
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Shelf\
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void and book and shelf\
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and laughter and cry and joy and pain\
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throughs books and shelves\
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to read the mess\
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away, far away\
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it tangles in itself.
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Light
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=====
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Good little sky\
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the bruising of the night is silent and shy\
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you flucutate over the land of the tired\
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which all contend.\
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Oh, apprehend\
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the solitary smoke\
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which comes from the fire\
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which burns in the pond\
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of tomorrow's light.\
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And when the vastness open their eyes\
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do not deny\
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the burns of light.
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Explode
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Time washes streaming through\
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mind and soul to cleanse the bowl\
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to which it fails, it does again,\
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the rage subdues, the sight restrains\
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in the vast field of which we are made.
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Again
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=====
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Calmly and slowly\
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methodically inquiring\
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perfecting, note-taking\
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the plain of life is the battle field\
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on which the players move their\
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little\
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plastic\
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figures\
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Again and again\
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On the brink of war\
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You never truly wash them away\
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For they come in waves, back and forth\
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The stasis long, but the tempest strong\
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Irrupts in your home\
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and shatters it in tiny cardboard pieces\
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Again and again\
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So you walk alone in a calm windy night\
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chill for your hands but not enough for your soul\
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and whatever path you choose\
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you swing your arms and you speed your pace\
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to outrun and trick the rain,\
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but through the intricacies of life\
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in spite of reason and disdain\
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the painful drops fall through the ground\
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to be collected in your veins\
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And all the parties you chill at\
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all the calls you pick up or dial in\
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each keystroke\
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each click\
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consumes the sky\
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in which you walk\
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in this sunny night.\
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Again and Again.
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Flow
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====
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Bitter and toxic\
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may well be\
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the sweet relief\
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to occam's seam.\
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You hug on your sofa\
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the insanity of a morning coffee\
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which just left you alone\
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in a puddle of mud\
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after much tribulation and desperate objectives\
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you're happy, sad, relieved, deceived\
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it is enough to let the flow\
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spill on the ground\
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at sunset's noon.
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Night
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=====
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I am alone under a night sky with empty eyes,\
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a deafening silence,\
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and a cold face\
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bleeding in the pond of my life\
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knives contend\
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the supper chimes.
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The backrooms
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=============
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Here are the backrooms\
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again.\
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The palpable shadow\
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just melts in thin air.\
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The vortex of people that\
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fly here and there.\
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The flicker of the neon lights\
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gets\
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in\
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the\
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soul\
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and all is rare\
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in the empty void\
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I hare\
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but never move.
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Cointainerland
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==============
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An industrious shipyard\
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in a lonely field\
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behind a modest platform\
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sudbdues the sight\
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as the hot metal travels in the windows\
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and scrapes away the thoughts\
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of a moist summer day\
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spent on a plastic seat.
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Stormy light, Permanently night
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===============================
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It's day.\
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And I won't do anything.\
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The metal cuts the sky.\
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And I shan't do anything.\
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It's permanently night.\
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Would I do anything?\
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Souls rain by an upper bridge, on a stormy city train.\
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Would I still do anything?\
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They're blending or they might.\
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And I should do anything?\
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A boat is sailing by\
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all the symbols that inspire.\
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Here is not all alike.\
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I shall do anything.\
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Tonight.\
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No time.
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Feedom standings
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================
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The sparkling taste\
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of the\
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august air\
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conditioning\
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in a sweet-sour mall.\
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Raves the human fire in ice\
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freest touches humanity whenstone and fire itself.\
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What freedom is the one to\
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void itself?\
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Ethics class in a fancy hotel\
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while the metal clangs\
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crushing the human flesh\
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under a green sky. The mirrors hurt it\
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Glass breaks apart in the fashionable\
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ideological parade.\
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Where do you stand?
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Sliding Doors
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=============
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Sliding doors\
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slide slaying\
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time laying down\
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the evil soul they\
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lie but retain\
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when they slide\
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in your face.\
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Nevermind.
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Boys?
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The blushing heat of the soul\
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when the hugs touch the sky\
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and the night dwindles by\
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and burns the eyes of death\
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and kisses the fresh grass\
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that grows inside\
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my, my.
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