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In that moment, when all that there is threatens to push the impoverished soul towards its absolute extinction-
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| Control the burn young fella, be not at one with all that is not you! | |
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And the unholy flame, fanned by another’s tune, abruptly ceases to be danced. Slithering inwards, smouldering underground,...
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| ♫ ♪ summer-time, and the livin is eeeeasy ♫ ♪ | |
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