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Tel Quel

je sais bien mai quand même

(My) soul and mirror,
How one concedes with overwhelming consciousness
Like an ocean’s eye, I hit critical mass
And in loving memory:
Shall be like a star
In the glory of a thousand suns,
In the gallant manuscript of endless Space,
In the concomitant promise of eternal sleep.

(…) Ado, A due, And you, Adieu.


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