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In the infinite folds of our existence True reality mirrors the four corners of our globe The sun discs in quarters bringing our vision to life When she said she knows what it's like to be dead He said he knows what it's like to be in her head Sitting in the seat of the soul Cradled in the hand of creation
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May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
Sun Disc
In the infinite folds of our existence True reality mirrors the four corners of our globe The sun discs in quarters bringing our vision to life When she said she knows what it's like to be dead He said he knows what it's like to be in her head Sitting in the seat of the soul Cradled in the hand of creation
mick-jones
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May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
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