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When asked where I'll be in five years no vision appears The little machine that makes dreams has lost its power I'd like to rest some centuries but I've only got six hours
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
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When asked where I'll be in five years no vision appears The little machine that makes dreams has lost its power I'd like to rest some centuries but I've only got six hours
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
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