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When all begins there is nor black nor white
Inward's outside, darkness is light
Then all those words are stuck within a sphere
Swirling unsure, seeking support

Onward growing
Deep inside a hole
The words keep passing alone
And increasing
They come to realize
That it's the space which allows them to gain their sight

Through the range where separation is the sign for resting powers
And the distance is damned to stay in there - graceful fury

And the parts would line up in array
Changing orders, gaining impact
When all means add on they observe the fact
That all existence is relation
Onward knowing
Words are moving in rows
They recreate all along
And increasing
It grows beyond control
The construct disintegrates and falls back into the hole

All perception is reliance
On what's been set up before
The uniformity had fallen apart

None of this ever really happens
There's no reality at all
We're not envisaged to exist in any form

Through the range where separation is the sign for resting powers
And the distance is damned to stay in there - graceful fury

And our eyes are forced to look into the dark
As we roam we see that we’re all torn apart

Through the space where separation is the sign for resting powers
And the distance is damned to stay in there...

Through the space where separation is the sign for resting powers
And the distance is damned to stay in there
And the last before us, holds what we are, resting sober, implies ourselves
Can't be altered, captured by our sense, graceful fury

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