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We're at a loose end, huddled into a tiny corner We watch all that is around us and all the wheeling wonders of life and all these cycles of night and day and we think   what the hell are we doing? We're all linguists in a continent with no languages. We scrabble around we fight we rage Trying to expand and grow and explore but we are so limited! So limited. We burn too bright for this world alone.
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
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We're at a loose end, huddled into a tiny corner We watch all that is around us and all the wheeling wonders of life and all these cycles of night and day and we think   what the hell are we doing? We're all linguists in a continent with no languages. We scrabble around we fight we rage Trying to expand and grow and explore but we are so limited! So limited. We burn too bright for this world alone.
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
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