life consuming peace celebrate
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each day of the blind god who
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feels everything spotless filter
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of background noise glide from dream
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to dream on a quest for riddles
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surrounding faith and bravery in its
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empty centre a thousand things never
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seen by any eye unconscious tracks
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and pictures and landscapes and fragments
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of languages as random and wonder
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have the same source broke open
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before and after sounds and thoughts
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no need to see the shape of life it forms
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Cryotank Expansion: Dawn / Noon / Dusk / Night
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