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I'm too distant
And too close to chaos
A moving logic gate
Make me go
To the far out
To even out
Balance out
Where does it come from
The wish?
Is it the resemblance to myself
I think we think alike
Or is it how dissimilar you are
The arctic sounds
Unparalleled
Newborn ground
You're the world's last land
Where the water flows into void
