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That pictured envisioned for all of time, looking up, trying to get out of the mines

The regular disappearing, royal mental block, got used to it

Not making use of it

Learning through, over time, keeping notes

Like the canyon and the tired tattered layers of all history

 

The full is just half, and beyond that and the beyond that

The young, the old, the art of life, the survival tactic

In the way, there are no wavelengths and tones

But only the singular version times infinity