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( muh - LIF - loo - us )
whispering voices in the air
sing me a song about their hidden
realm
down in the deep pockets of space
there lie the unseen
the winds we do not know
in these winds i hear my name
but what they ask of me
i do not know
still they scream at me
beckoning me
drawing me closer
in these winds, i hear your voice
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aim at
mrbigfoo,
distracted with his shoes untied. |
