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the stare of the fox enters my brain
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ALWAYS AND NEVER ALONE
Divine Dementia
something NEW
SNIFFED THROUGH EMOTIONAL GLUE
Like a moth towards the game
Any cathedral built by man
is dwarfed by nature's gentle hand
Alone with millions and they will never see
All that lies in the great in between
Everything is part of me
and I've been part of everything
Isn't that what the wise man said
To all that Live that are already Dead.
The stare of the fox enter my brain
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