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The legend of Muck Moore and Siddos Moshela rise only in the latter cycles of Earth

When the glad legends of the prime have been forgotten

Before the time of its telling, many epochs shall have passed away

And the seas shall have fallen in their beds

And new continents shall have come to birth

Perhaps in that day, it will serve to be guile for a little the black weiriness of a dying race

Grown hopeless of all but oblivion

I tell the tale, as men shall tell it in Zothik

The last continent beneath a dim sun and sad heavens

Where the stars come out in terrible brightness before even tide

I think I had a yoga instructor called Zothik

Which I thought was her real name

I think she was trying to give herself some of that mystical cred that you can't normally get from growing up in century city

Yeah, one time I was visiting with my extended family back home

And I told in this whole story about how I was in this yoga class in the park

And this dog came tearing through, causing all this chaos

It's a long story, lots of antics, pretty funny

And I'll react to that joke the same way they reacted to my whole story

You were taking yoga?

Miss the details there

Valley changes people

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