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Space is colder
than the air in the mountains
where I come from
The air in the mountains
where I come from
For years I drifted
Further and further
into the unknown
Further and further
into the unknown
Holly McNarland
And I wonder
where have you gone
And I wonder
what have you done?
What have you done?
Space is older
than the air moving in and out
of your lungs
The air moving in and out
of your lungs
For years I've drifted
the math of a divinity
that goes on and on
the math of a divinity
that goes on and on
Holy McNarland
And I wonder
where have you gone?
And I wonder
what have you done?
What have you done?
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