This is the light at the tunnel's end.
This is what we need.
In a way, the game is weird.
But still, a mystery's been discovered.
Like broken dishes, like snakes beneath our feet,
like the rain when it begins.
The game starts weird
but it grows slowly
and becomes especially fantastic.
This is a number
and it increases.
The so called love,
the little jokes,
the complex simplicity.
In a way, love is pushed aside.
It gets so jealous, that it surrounds us
and burns us down.
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