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fist and said There we will not repeat ourselves get to bed oh child of time and of misery you who were born from the intersection of time plus mass and energy: vision, dropping right out of the cervix-- a cry it says nothing and everything at once it seeks for an answer or respite bring me my keyboard bring me my scribe for this is an epic none here too soon we can use you in the revolution of power versus weakness is the tune.