We'll return the little box Into the arms Of her inconspicuously honest properties We won't do anything Against her will We'll simply take her apart We'll crucify her On her own cross Pierce her bloated emptiness And let ooze All the blue cosmic blood she gathered We'll sweep her clean of stars And anti-stars And everything else that rots inside her We won't make her suffer We'll simply put her together again We'll give back to the little box Her pure inconspicuousness
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