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| Tim's Dreams |
Black and white. A vision of nothingness inside a vision of everything.
And he points. No one knows.
And he moves forward, alone. The balloons he 's holding will be black. The stars hanging from them will be black.
And the more they fly, the less white he will see.
And nothing is there anymore. Just stars hanging from balloons, flying away in silence, ahead of him. No one knows.
And he stops. He wants to smile, but he can't.
Three cheers and all that. Be brave and all that.
Black and white. A vision of everything ahead of nothing.
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