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The role of |
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Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge a bridge to a desert a hope in empty words is like the sand, the sand that burns my soul with a glow of desires |
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Who was I? |
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Who Am I? |
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Who'll I be? |
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Should I try? |
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Can we stop the rain if the sky is blind can we stop the tear a bird that is divine |
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Left the night behind silent candle prayers no one's ever found tear that pined away |
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How strange... so moonlit is the great wall of china; this night! the huge full moon is casting long shadows before my eyes as |
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I'm slowly strolling over the wall, approaching another tower. what am |
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I doing here? |
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I feel spiritually naked under these chinese skies. |
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Not thinking, still waiting... all those myths and beliefs, |
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I have heard seem likely to happen, now. what have |
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I come here for? |
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I remember nothing... |
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The chinese girl: good gods have sent me here to warn you. but my warning is a riddle, and the final answer belongs to you, master. please, listen up: what lies between reality and unreality and we all have to go there? |
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Nothingness, it is nothingness |