The tides

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While the time-lines are the constant trajectory Entanglement is the Quantum of Emotions Mystery In Queen city's might I slept in street's hight On Lion's gate, there was punk Fallen, but shy, I walked drunk Don't blame, when I saw Ignorance blunder of blow

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