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I wish I could dance around on Saturn's ring, up and down, never to mind any sound. No fractures should I worry for, or any bleeding from hyperion's seeping pores, because it’s hotter out there than under my skin, and that is all I hope to win. Silly Saturn, all you do is spin my! don’t you ever tire? Maybe one day we’ll sit down or walk about, and you tell me all you’ve seen, whilst I’ve been speaking aloud in your cosmic silence That darned meteor from years ago, struck you clean and well , it was enough to knock you off your feet, and wake you to all your modern findings, the solars say you are guarded now, and without any blame, but it is a lie in thinking that we do not wish to see beyond your gates
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
Space sounds part 2
I wish I could dance around on Saturn's ring, up and down, never to mind any sound. No fractures should I worry for, or any bleeding from hyperion's seeping pores, because it’s hotter out there than under my skin, and that is all I hope to win. Silly Saturn, all you do is spin my! don’t you ever tire? Maybe one day we’ll sit down or walk about, and you tell me all you’ve seen, whilst I’ve been speaking aloud in your cosmic silence That darned meteor from years ago, struck you clean and well , it was enough to knock you off your feet, and wake you to all your modern findings, the solars say you are guarded now, and without any blame, but it is a lie in thinking that we do not wish to see beyond your gates
added to the first one i did
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
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