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After Hours by We Are Scientists This night is winding down but Time means nothing, As always at this hour Time means nothing Ach! They think he does not move. They think he does not lift a foot. They think that he does not even breathe. A perfect quiet, with no difference between him and the rocks in his surroundings. Blink after blink, breath after breath, no changes.
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