| This day has a reason, remember it with all your might
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| Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite
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| Numbers and digits carved into the foreheads of
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| Everyone that we know, I am blind to this design
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| This day has a reason, remember it with all your might
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| Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite
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| My eyes are hundreds of millions of miles long
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| Weaving intricately and urgently
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| Light is bent to break, for optic’s sake, our fragile memory banks
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| Until its beauty recreates
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| I am blind to the design
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| Light is bent to break, for my optic’s sake, until its beauty recreates |