Loop 40
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At loop 40 I go
To loop 40 I climb
Gathering angel flocks
Exchanging the rise
Laugh pandemica
Mischievy front
Lips saying everything
no sleep in this here dream
Hit freed altitudes
Through the blued height of truth
And there fear can be loved to it's end
And there they can now fly
The spores of this meant living
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