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The sun shines, our character, and identity, is still here, playing out the same story, but everyone has long passed, we're just ghosts, haunting this body, spirits, following the road, hoping to feed on the emotions, lingering, from a yearning virgin, the river flows, reach too high, and stomp, stomp, you'll be put in your place, the only good is in suffering, and the lovely dreams that we make, all sorts of spirits, and hungry demons, playing their part, but never escaping, the architecture, the prison, there’s still joy in life, dew drops, and mermaids, I can get off, on a painting of a flower, a pretty song, it’s all good, but who knows, the heat, only men, nurse girl with glasses, do it again…

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Some sort of great beast, is always in the shadows, protecting you, guiding you, rejoicing, in your mistakes, but whatever, my advice, do your best, to be accepting, take more, and more, solid foundation, build a tower, or you know, whatever gets you there, maybe the goal is to become smaller…