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I asked mother earth
to make my bed
in the lunar craters
of my head
though my feet
always get cold
and the blanket of reason
has holes
I trust the faith
my creations have told.
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I asked mother earth
to make my bed
in the lunar craters
of my head
though my feet
always get cold
and the blanket of reason
has holes
I trust the faith
my creations have told.