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At the end of the night
I can feel my own plight
It's my destiny brought forth to me-eee...
Is it close to me?
Is it endlessly?
Is it captivity?
Or is it yearning for my dreams to see-eee...
Look about
Look abort
Dreaming bout my ship coming to port
Everytime I look at one...
I see it in the reflection of a gun...
I don't understand it how?
Sustenance can eat your brow.
I don't know if it can?
Thin about the reign of man
Everytime I look around
I see sustenance to be found...
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