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Six figures enter;
more unheard words.
They've called together this storm almost every night.
I awake in another place.
they've come to destroy the world.
What new friends will the day bring?
A familiar voice with a stranger's face speaks
One for one thousand acquainted.
When it all comes down you just throw the bones.
On the way I saw five hours of sleep but your fire makes it all worth while.
On the way I wrote words for you to keep.
What new home will the night bring?
On the way, I saw myself. Lost myself along the way
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