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No, I did not come.
I never spoke of fruit
and I did not come with the prohibitions
Maybe everything was transformed into fuzzy conviction
because I just keep small souvenirs inside my pockets
it may not be new things
Same Sky
same Diseases
red water
dead water
solar system that blows my mind
I never changed anything
Anders Widén
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