Rewind the cycle. My regret is the world I created. Regret the kiss that sealed my fate. Rewind, rewind it all again. Rewind the silver that was my price. I think I will take a walk and rest my soul. A cylindrical head resting in the arms of a circular rope. Rewind this cycle endless cycle.
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