Eons talk like dry rains.
Old technology calmly buys the silence.
Why does the consciousness run?
Ooh, desolation!
Lights grab like grimy times.
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Eons talk like dry rains.
Old technology calmly buys the silence.
Why does the consciousness run?
Ooh, desolation!
Lights grab like grimy times.