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Play this wandersong Even with the end written I sing anyway We have claimed nothing In it we have discovered Peaceful persistence Even with all lost Telling tales by the fire Until the sunrise Such a lonely path Its sting removed by a friend Who refused to leave We hold on tighter As the darkness starts changing To ultraviolet Grace to enemies As always with a blessing A chip and a chair This will be complex Irrational and winding But these pieces fit So we harmonize Separated by spacetime Exactly on cue