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The view, Is clear
Dissipated things
No fog, you’re there
In front of me
Your eyes, the grace,
The light upon your face
I couldn’t reach it
Projected without screen
A stroke, a kiss,
A word close to this
Strange feeling, the day
Nick Talbot escaped
My neck cleaned up
With new frets on it
A deep cold sound
Goose bump, hard sleeplessness
They have to go to meet the madman
Pulling the strings, spreads the shadow
Dark is the horizon
Dark is the horizon
The view was clear
Dissipated things
You were the light
When all collapsed,
And all collapsed
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