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You're never here at all.
Don't you hear me falling?
I'm just a lost cause.
Calling on my monsters.

I thought we'd wander, farther..
At wits end we're bothered, somber
Grab the gin, since the world's on fire
Might as well fuel this empty pyre

Have you found out, where a loud shout
Is a single pluck of a little fiddle
Our battleground is the middle
Without a sound, it's a riddle

What you'll face isn't miracle.
If a mystery, it's simple,
It won't resolve with the mystical.
Taste of reality at the minimal