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Light, just light (x3) making everything (below it)
Corpuscles flow on the widescreen
in sublime pretence.
Shield myself with colours,
frame after frame
tic-tac
Nistagmus!
On my sensory edges riding ataxia.
Light, just light, making everything (below it)
Please turn-off the centuries,
burst supersonic years

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