Control has been lost a minute before go,
Into Quantum miles flown through space
Through the dreams of cast off grace,
Landing on the fuel of woe
Depending on the world below.
Control has been lost a minute before go,
Into Quantum miles flown through space
Through the dreams of cast off grace,
Landing on the fuel of woe
Depending on the world below.
You got that tetrameter thang figured out!
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