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There was a time that time had no time at all.
A cloud is a man's mind, a vauge line between been asleep or awake.
In the dream realitydances, in the morning reality fades
"I do not know what is to be known about breathing air of a dream or air of the earth"
He is an evil man, he enjoyed the pleasures of the occult and the pleasure of truth.
Quilt has his enemy but no anymore
