From what never was nothing shall ever be lost, said the taxi driver, what happened, he went on, we blind got blinder, shall we ever ask anything back?
They wouldn't listen
They'd talk once more of endless creation, they'd talk of clockworks or metal multiplication, enough to make a full house out of a tree and they'd talk about solid foundations, be arrogant and make a promise for families that bore young men, those sons are to make a name in the world
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