This hole within a hole has known such sweetness that all it can do is howl.
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When I'm eating I'm rather bright, if you stop me, welcome night.
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The more you spend me the more you have.
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The softness give birth to hardness, later the hardness sings a soft song.
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The manacle's face is ever changing, every day the same.
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A shining ocean, white, then colored, then black.
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I'm a window of depth, impenetrable, clear.
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The harder you pull me apart, the closer I draw together.
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I gave darkness, you gave light, I gave you light, you gave me fire, cold as ice.
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I'm not in the all, and not in the not of the not of the all.

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