here once, through an alley titanic / of cypress, i roamed with my soul / of cypress, with psyche, my soul / there were days when my heart was volcanic / as the scoriac rivers that roll / as the lavas that restlessly roll.

"shoot for the moon if you miss you’ll land among the stars"

no you won’t you’ll get incinerated by hot fiery balls of gas that will burn you alive

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