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why is everything blurred on the horizon? let them in, let them in...
nothing stops and nothing holds. nothing here so much bold. let it
down, let it down, lite it up and spin around nothing to see
nothing to touch nothing here exists that much. why is everything
dying? why do the bombs come down? what is falling on my feet and
what is falling 'round?
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