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Two worlds collide, two independent entities greet their past and future mesmerised...
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| Turn and burn baby, turn and burn... | |
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As frequencies begin their spin of re-alignment, perceived time and straight horizons disappear...
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| When I close my eyes it’s bright? | |
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| Of course, it’s made of light ! | |
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I blink, he responds... and it is done !
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