This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
I don't want to conoce anyone, living or dead, is coincidental or unintentional.
I don't want to conoce anyone, living or dead, is coincidental orinneredblock
I don't want to conoce anyone, living or dead, is coincidental orinneredblock
And I have nothing against anyone here in objects, because I know that my ego is patterned.

What the * is going on here?
What the * is going on here?
What the * is going on here?
What the * is going on here?
What the * is going on here?
Slides of magic cross the world
Traveling no man has ever heard
Leather chimes, beams of light
Stones that measure the silvering light
Energy that travels here
Happens on the seventh year
Day shall come, we shall be as one
Rhapsody it has begun
From the realm beyond the sun
Here our long time has begun
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say, what can I say
What can I say
The elements that gather here
On this hill shall cause no fear
Lines of magic cross the world
Travel which no man has ever heard
Luminous shines in beams so bright
Stones that measure the silver light
Energy that travels here
And runs on the seven years
So let's continue
Flow as we profound
Flow as we profound
Flow as we profound
Flow as we profound
Flow as we profound

To the eternal living
And to the dying
Take the form ofour being

Trying, trying, trying, trying, trying, trying, trying...
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