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See her standing, watch him looking. A fly is entering a jar of jam. Separated by dimensions, this repeats itself in time... Get the notion, feel it coming. Try to avoid it if you think you can. Separated by a visible nothing, it's bound to be just a matter of time.. Feel it... Imagine the river, imagine the sea. At a certain point they become one. Separating people and land. Like always, 'till the end of time.. Feel it... From Letras Mania