| And I can see the sun
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| Gave birth to my eyes
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| And gnawed until the bone got
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| Bleached by the light
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| When the earth is like a vacant boat
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| Who will index the reeking foam?
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| And I could see
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| The sun give birth
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| To my eyes
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| Bury me in a quiet place where no
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| One else can see
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| What my rotting flesh might
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| Accomplish
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| Once it’s released its energy
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| Or mount me in the middle of the
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| Living room, entombed in a glass
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| Case, so the AIs that outlive us will
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| Look on puzzled and dismayed
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| When the earth is like a vacant boat
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| Who will index the reeking foam?
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| When the earth is like a vacant boat
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| Will the night reclaim the death that
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| Life stole from it? |