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We sink through boundless vasts of blue.
When we come home, at last: you'll see how silent it is.
This must be the most forlorn place in the world.
You'll see for yourselves.
What about us? Do you feel anything?
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We sink through boundless vasts of blue.
When we come home, at last: you'll see how silent it is.
This must be the most forlorn place in the world.
You'll see for yourselves.
What about us? Do you feel anything?