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So I ramble, ramble
'long this dark black sea; I don't know where I am because I can't see. The sea soon turns from deep black to yellow. And suddenly the mood goes from sullen to mellow. Still, things are way too bright for me to see even though nothing separates you from me. I guess I'll scroll along and enjoy this crazy ride because from nobody am I able to hide.
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