A1 |
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So Many Things I Still Have Yet To Say |
6:32 |
A2 |
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If I Could Incarnate This Feeling Would You Consider It A Creation |
1:15 |
A3 |
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Imperious Doppelganger Of Tears, Playing Catch With Objectivity That Evades Ultimate Responsibility |
7:11 |
A4 |
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I Wonder If We Have Become Wiser Than Gods By Making Worse What Already Is |
2:32 |
B1 |
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This Trembling, No Longer Seems To Be The Axis At The Centre |
4:59 |
B2 |
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As Far As The Left Goes, It Is Starting To Look Red. What About The Right, I Wonder What Colour It Will Be |
4:59 |
B3 |
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In The Hollow Created Between The Eyebrows, What Offering Would Be Most Appropriate |
7:03 |
C1 |
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“Without Doubt”, An Attestation Written From That Time, Will No Longer Have Effect, Because The Wound Has Widened So Much |
4:20 |
C2 |
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I Have Embedded It Approximately 2 Minutes And 7 Seconds Into The 4th Song, In Order To Return Here Whenever I Wish |
8:56 |
D1 |
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Perhaps There Is No Need To Return |
6:51 |
D2 |
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Preparation Is Unnecessary From This Point On…, Leave Me Alone Some Time |
6:12 |