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twenty twenty is calling me
beckoning serenity
I may not live to see the day
but I accept it come what may
one to five is all I get
a brief and cold and cruel vignette
still I am told it is decreed
regardless what I think I need
the Universe is deaf and blind
the stars already are aligned
twenty twenty beckons me
to come and join infinity
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