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What would it feel like
To see the reproduction of the earth
After it ended and was reborn?
What would it feel like to find the past
To see a gun to your father's head
A day many years ago?
Watch how the earth is turning
And how the feeling is neverending
What would it feel like
To see this world thousands of years later?
Turn this machine into a tool to find to find the truth
Risk all this love, my body, my home, just to see this
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I may find a meteorite which hits the Earth and kills the human race
I may be the one who suffers too
I need to find the answer with the confusing world
Climb the butte only to find the human race falling down, dying down, lost and not found
I will find out this world's answer with this machine
I may never want to know the truth
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