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Pain day sky beauty die black joy |
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Love empty day life die pain passion |
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Joy black day hate beauty die life |
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Joy ache empty day pain die love |
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Passion joy black light |
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And if God is dead, what am I |
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A fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly |
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Hurtling to earth |
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Through a hole in the sky |
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A hole in the sky |
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And if Warhol's a genius, what am I |
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A speck of lint on the penis of an alien |
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Buried in gelatin |
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Beneath the sands of Venus |
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Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage |
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Sad white rain sun anger hurt soft |
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Trust night rage rain white hope dark |
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Sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger |
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Rain white light |
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And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur |
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And a dog can dream; should it be implausible |
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That a man might supervise |
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The construction of light |
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The construction of light |
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Pain day sky beauty black die joy |
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Love empty time sun hurt trust peace |
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Dark rage sad white rain hate anger |
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Hope sacred passion life night ache soft |
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Light |
