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If we, as we are, are dust, and dust, as it will, rises,
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Microdose, change your clothes, do what you gotta do
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I declare the loss. Let the credit from it accrue
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Dryness tunnels my nostrils,
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The quiet grass holds roses.
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that even as we watch
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Finally, what is time?
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My eyes turn into stars.
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Moon-minded the sun goes
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But, alas, there was none of
