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All Of One Is The Other - The Most Serene Republic

I me you themselves and all of us

Chemicals electricity and thrusts

Quiet night hoping the dream

Blends with conveyor belt life

Will the thoughts we've made

Column into grace

Collections of the fragments we have caught

Blink your screeny stare from the issue

Questioning for truth makes sick

Do as much as want can allow them

Touch the glare that fakes times tick

It's in your thinking of filled rooms

And the geometry of groups

In this world of countless worlds with

These shapes that please and toil around