CARRIED I give up on my fingers my pulse will do the work of counting been carried so far the sky has too many lights it was just a moment ago the many thousands held in their circle a harbor a welcome I thought I could measure
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CARRIED I give up on my fingers my pulse will do the work of counting been carried so far the sky has too many lights it was just a moment ago the many thousands held in their circle a harbor a welcome I thought I could measure