LYRIC

When it comes to fattening
there's no need for an end
And when it comes to herding my creations
I don't need a space bend

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Everything started by me it could end to begin
It could explode into to the cosmos
to begin from nothing on a clear night
As I started in before infinities infinite

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The sunset mount the rain
In the right place the trees
At the right time time time the stars
All familiar before me

It was flying, it was flying
would ultimate space be my replacing friend
ultimate knowledge theorizes null
It dissolves before it begins

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