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“What’s on the other side
of the mountains?
What’s on the other side?”
“I ran in circles!"
"I hid like a spider!"
"I saw its mouth get bigger and wider!”
“The Moth with a Mouth!
The Moth with a Mouth!
Listen how its victims shout!”
“For all we know,
for all we know?
For all we know,
these mountains may never wake.”
“What’s on the other side
of the sky?
What’s on the other side
of a life?”
“What’s on the other side
of a dream
you never ever wake from?”
“Trust the Tall Llama. Trust her. Trust her. Let her take you anywhere. Anywhere. It's up to her now. Up to her. Tall Llama."
“For all we know,
it prefers the dream of us
to the real thing.”
“For all we know,
for all we know?
For all we know,
we are being dreamt up,
everywhere and at all times."
where the world ends
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the slumbering ridge: ridge people don't blink enough. it's probably enough for them, but it wouldn't be enough for you.
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