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your eyes are on the waves of silver. People and birds and thoughts and colours and your memories are passing you by. Do you see? The sky is endless above your head, while you're walking. You hear music. You hear voices. Sounds. The wind is coming, the wind is going
, do you follow? You feel, but can never explain.


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