I have called you children, I have called you son.
What is their to answer if I'm the only one?
Mourning comes in paradise, mourning comes in light.
Still I must obey, still I must invite.
its shameful how we try to make ouselves more intelligent and above others by rattling off things we desperately memorised a few moments ago, things that did not come as the fruit of our labour
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