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I’m 5000 miles away from my birth
And the sun is falling below the mountains shush shush shushing slowly hush And the grime in my mind cant be purged Until darkness blots out my perception of who where what and why And 5000 years before my birth I was happy under the sheets the white white sheets of my body And I was high and getting high on high high up in those same mountains Of who what when where and why I came to the top and I came again and I gazed up at the heavenly host Of stars 5000 light years above me And I was starved for stardust And I craved the crazed sensation of rolling my skin and donning it to fly, trailing the dust behind me And I came to the dust of the earth and I listened My ear to the ground, my throat to the cry And 5000 feet down I felt myself die
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