| In a fireflies' world already gone when we begin to look at it
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| Interested in anything disinterested in production
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| In this fireflies' world
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| Arriving on the threshold of a half-life
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| I’m troubled by the thought of living only half
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| I get worked up about the heat of parading
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| Debilitated by the anxiety of inspecting me inside
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| I love men of the great contempt, they are also the men of the great veneration
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| In life, rather than in chess, the game goes on even after the checkmate
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| In a fireflies' world already gone when we begin to look at it
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| Interested in anything disinterested in production
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| In this fireflies' world
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| Arriving on the threshold of a half-life
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| I count the forever things I have done
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| My soul, my skin, the only responsibility
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| My soul, my skin, testimonies of existence
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| I love men of the great contempt, they are also the men of the great veneration
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| In life, rather than in chess, the game goes on even after the checkmate |