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We're GIANTS on a toy-top spinning-speck space-bound swallowed; joining harmonics in gyrating clock work's working; catching gears of time's time circling Ra's warmth We're GIANTS on a toy-top spinning-speck bellicosing great power's glory; dwarfed into a vast cosmic oblivian likened to a speck of plankton in a whales belly
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
GIANTS
We're GIANTS on a toy-top spinning-speck space-bound swallowed; joining harmonics in gyrating clock work's working; catching gears of time's time circling Ra's warmth We're GIANTS on a toy-top spinning-speck bellicosing great power's glory; dwarfed into a vast cosmic oblivian likened to a speck of plankton in a whales belly
World leaders act as if how big and powerful they are. But looking at the huge huge vastness of space, we don't even exist
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
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