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" A grain of salt flares - dream a while. Into time - eat away. Cup of Java, a smoke to clear our thoughts - a little sip and count the stars. You and me among dreams of the few - in fields of time that extends. You and me, we count the months - on the lights that blind our eyes. We'll open the doors to the cosmos - and we will find all that we need. You and me must image the dreams above - in the fields of green and blue ." ~ rawHYPE |
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