We are blinded. Leave it unspoken now.
"And oh every moment isn't clear.
Sometimes I feel I've been there before.
And oh how some moments grow into patterns
And puzzles and lifestyles and schemes
With so little difference in nightmares and dreams.
And oh how some moments glow."
Melanie Safka
Praktika
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