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Now I lay me down to rest.

I sometimes love head on my chest I pray.

She never knows me true.

Or asked of deeds I had to do.

You're listening to spookt.

Day tuned.

From luminary, you've crossed over to spookt.

You've come here for answers.

I've only got questions.

Riddle speculation smoke.

But I do know that this space, this place, this veil, this path between here and there,

it does not only exist in shadow.

It does not only exist in morning or in sadness or in pain.

Now this place, this place too can live under the light of a thousand sons, bathed with joy,

wrapped in wonder because the mystery is not just one thing.

This mystery cannot be defined, the mystery defines itself.

All real mysteries do.

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