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The Burden of the Artisthere i stand in the middle of the light.in the edge of silence,in the replica of night.i can hear the plans unwind.perish inside my graspgone forever in the depths of the mind.am i the only one who looks behind?why can't the pieces accept freedom?why won't everyone obey?and i consumed the universe,until there is nothing left to be consumed.
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