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  • Look,
    Here are we
    On this starry night staring into space.
    And I must say
    I feel as small as dust
    Lying down here.
    What point could there be troubling?
    Head down wondering what will
    Become of me,
    Why concern we cannot see
    But no reason to abandon it.
    Time is short but that's all right,
    Maybe I'll go in the middle of the night.
    Take your hands from your eyes, my love,
    Everything must end some time,
    Don't burn the day away.

    "Song: 'Pig'". 1998.
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