You don't like me, but you love me
Either way you're wrong
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Happy 50-th Moz
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If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru' narrow chinks of his cavern...
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