We`ll return the little box Into the arms Of her inconspicuously honest properties We won`t do anything Against her will We`ll simply take her apart We`ll crucify her On her own cross Pierce her bloated emptiness And let ooze All the blue cosmic blood she gathered We`ll sweep her clean of stars And anti-stars And everything else that rots inside her We won`t make her suffer We`ll simply put her together again We`ll give back to the little box Her pure inconspicuousnessSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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