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For thy sun has long forgotten what it means to be alive, For he has scoured the skies with brothers of mothers unaccounted for. How long has been, since his eyes have saw, How long until he rests again in rumble of the void? Circling in the years one hundred a million, Around the grand keeper of souls, Around himself planets moving as electrons around neutrons in orbits unknown, Time, what’s the…
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