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2Bathing in the torpor of unfulfilled dreams
Diving into a dream where the end doesn't exist
There's no one at the end of the exit
Soft voice of someone whispering into a cell phone
I'll see this memory again as I lose myself in my future
At the gates of an unbearable truth
At the dawn of a disturbance of immensity
What's in my head must not be what's out there
Fish dreamed of escaping the fishbowl
There's no pain in the gentle wave of our dreams
Took the deep dive down the rabbit hole
It is in a look that lies the sincerity of a cherished truth
This slope I can't get a grip on
HEURE BLEUE
