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- What - Come on, let's go !
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The microcosm is expanded
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By a single bead of sweat
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Dropped on a pinhead
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And spun into a million universes
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Until it is converted into the elixir of the gods...
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He's masking.
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Lylo see too much!
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...and can longing,
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Great and passionate longing reach fulfillment.
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- Lylo see too much! - My fingers, extended to the stars...
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Focus, Lylo, don't let him sway you.