We knew a lot about small things and small things we knew about big things we did not know the simple only about the complex and the complex did not know about the simple…
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The quiet whisper of the desert will dispel the wind of emptiness your eyes will give me hope... your words will give silence
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The city is just a mirage running along its edge this is some kind of whim... I play with him a deserted wild beach... I'm lying on it then I die.