| Inside this nonexistence
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| I know very clearly
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| The directions, of the points
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| Of every potential quarter
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| I forge my wisdom
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| Into an arc surrounding all
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| I forge my heartbeat
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| To a dome all heavens wide
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| I know the sun and the moon
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| The names of stars
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| Their movement and purpose
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| I mark the place of Polaris on these impossible heights
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| I forge my wisdom
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| Into an arc surrounding all
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| I forge my heartbeat
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| To a dome all heavens wide
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| I forge the horizons
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| I craft them for flowing blood
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| I forge the places
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| Precise for silver, precise for gold
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| In solitude, I measure out
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| The range of barren lands
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| I drain unto the nothingness
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| The intersecting curves
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| I look at all directions
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| I look at one clear point
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| I see them all come together
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| I see into the heart
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| I see into the heart
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| This here is my place, it is my work
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| I was made the maker of the sky
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| I forge the horizons
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| I craft them for flowing blood
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| I forge the places
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| Precise for silver, precise for gold
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| (I am) the maker of the sky
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| (I am) the forger of the arc
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| (I am) the maker of the sky
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| (I am) the forger of the arc
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| The maker of the sky
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| The forger of the arc |