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And a cat with a silver roar that made guineapugs cry into there cerial which tasted like shush
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I know where dirt is made and sand is born. I see the infinite strands of quantum filiments dancing in a single dimension. You couldn't possibly comprehend
Where flowers grow yet souls die, in comparison to green stars that shine with such dullness