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We- |
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organic images |
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dissolving earth |
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Our future children |
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stare at us unfixed |
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from a residence of stars |
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in their sidereal ships |
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ho sailing beyond within |
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Their eyes |
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black in kingdoms of gold |
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like the rocks of this desert |
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where we wander in circles |
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tails up the mass of time |
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And our vision |
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goes backwards |
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the traces we see |
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after something |
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not even existing |
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beyond the prints |
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All dreams end here |
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where our cry began |
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resounding in museums |
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of a world we believed |
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neverending |
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And we stop |
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exhausted |
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beginning |
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not again |
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And the panic |
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like the lights |
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of some star |
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exploding |
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Flashing in black holes of not knowing |
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if we ever made a away out of this mud |