Note To Selves

Wrapped in half maps and gone,
Raider of the false heart

Follow fog into the cauldron of morning

Welcome to the long story
Welcome to the long story

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& now, for now, let;s just say
There is this Whole thing
Made of moving circles, circles

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Don’t blame the day
It’s never the same
Count the rays

Oh so more than we
We can say
When we can see

With our circles
In our circles
and circles
and circles

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