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Now I lay me down to sleep, I might divine the night’s mystique What lays beyond my holey soul, Might be ‘nough to feed the weak   Drifting through aimless time and space?
Fleeting lights like fireflies brighten the darkness With hissing booms set to destruction The ship at edge to heighten, Woes. We cry for we are lost. In a world that does not want us.
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