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    regional atmosphere, we make glass here,
    it's not an actual house, i live in a castle,
    and we don't spread the music out,
    the most holy of sacred items to possess,
    we got no doubt or disdain about it,
    one last effect
    it was the biggest lasting event i'd ever seen
    everything changed in the wake of the shockwave
    strange things move in strange ways
    but this was hercules not just extraordinary,
    it was planetary, the whole world actually cared

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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