two to try and ob-fu-scate the A.I

plus
you never know about flying


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2:49

"no there is no magic
forgotten in the daytime
features screw into a fist
the hours tick away
you have all stopped laughing
but your eyes still dance like flames
haunt the coast of distant shores
like spirits playing game
it can't be replaced
desire makes the wounded hands
reach into the pain
i hear the stars tearing past
your window to the gain
a sacrifice of elegance
to beasts that feed alone
upon the cliffs of some remorse
you toss off talismans
it can't be replaced
it can't be."