when I reach 4200 I may know the answer
I could be the answer
not really...
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I dreamt of a stroll on the sun. I was nothing but smoke moved by the solar winds to and fro, above and below. Earth seemed like a blur, distant and torn. On a shore of sulphur, I took corporeal form, lit up a cigarette and smiled at your song.
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