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| cloudbusting daddy |
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| i become a cloud |
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| i never really summed it all up |
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| wuthering rooftop |
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| suddenly the sky turns into a vast brain, like the sea of Solaris, lowering and pulsing, clouds firing electric messages, nothing but feeling. |
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| what we are made of, what are we so afraid of. |







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