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Et In Arcadia Ego
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Et In Arcadia Ego

There's a dying in this life
Like a constant hum of a song that just won't go
And it threatens to make me go mad

All I can do is think of something else
But it's never the same
Never as fascinating
As that one humming tolling tinkerbell.

Never. Never. Land.

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