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Writer: Blasting through the fragile confines of time-space itself Abram Sullivan
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Writer: Our star in all its glory. Abram Sullivan / Composers: Our star in all its glory. Abram Sullivan
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01:56
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Writer: Dirty and grimey. Abram Sullivan
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Writer: Introspective until the volcano erupts sublime chaos. Abram Sullivan
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05:18
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Writer: In tune with Gaia harnessing her energy and singing her song. Abram Sullivan
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03:54
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Writer: Common knowlege of Gaia ceases to exist. As the waters fall corruption rises the current state of the world today. Abram Sullivan
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01:32
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Writer: Pushing and pulling the tides in the ocean and the tides within ourselves. Abram Sullivan
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Writer: Barren and desolate. No life (is what we're told). Abram Sullivan
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Writer: Don't hit an asteroid! Abram Sullivan
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Writer: Pretty but watch out for that big red storm. Abram Sullivan
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02:12
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Writer: Truly Wondrous. Abram Sullivan
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01:43
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Writer: The stars shine venust but what is beauty when there's no one to appreciate it with? Emptiness. i miss you. Abram Sullivan
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01:53
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Writer: A wonky one. Abram Sullivan
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Writer: It must get lonely being furthest from the sun. Abram Sullivan
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Writer: It'll all be ok. Abram Sullivan / Composers: It'll all be ok. Abram Sullivan
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Writer: Everything must end so it can begin again. Abram Sullivan
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