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May it be, that they will see.
May it be, that they will see. What if they don't understand? Then nothing shall remain to be. What is it, that you seek? What is it, that you seek? Don't look across this deserted land. Is what you look for quite unique? Arrive slowly, don't jump or scare. Arrive slowly, don't jump or scare. Here I am, what is your question man? Can you feel the tingle in your neck hairs? What is it, that you see? What is it, that you see? Don't give into their demands. What must you obtain, to be free? Look up, to the black sky and thin stars. Look up, to the black sky and thin stars. Perhaps you should do only what you can. But that doesn't mean to take what is ours.
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