IT IS STILL UNKNOWN
WHAT ANYTHING MEANS
Fuzzy, starry sky I cannot see you.
Too far for sense and logic, I suppose.
The deep distances make your
yesterday-light both waver and hide.
Everything new is old outside.
WHAT ANYTHING MEANS
Fuzzy, starry sky I cannot see you.
Too far for sense and logic, I suppose.
The deep distances make your
yesterday-light both waver and hide.
Everything new is old outside.
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