¿Cuántas lunas pasaron andando los caminos?
and we lived inside it laughing with no clothes and everything experimental until death was upon us in our face mortality and everything seemed futile then but love and music could save us and did while the giant grey monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around nothing was the same so we keep moving WE KEEP MOVING
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