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There was a race, beings of mystic nature, born for living, going on dying.
There's a planet out in space that looks like the distorted face of a dying man
Imperfection, slow reaction to a demolition course.
An appearance of constructed misunderstandings.
These creatures had some words with meaning. They called'em love, peace
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