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Oscillations, oscillationsElectronic evocations of sound's reality
Spinning, magnetic fluctuations, waves of wave configurations
That dance between the poles off sound and bind my world to soul.
I walk the streets of moment. Head down to the ground.
Cars are stars remotely far. My only world is sound.
Passersby are worlds that fly. Far from the dance of time.
Time whirls round from pole to pole and swirls within the sound� of
Oscillations, oscillations
Electronic evocations of sound's reality
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Всякий раз, когда ты понимаешь, что оказался на стороне большинства, остановись и задумайся.
Марк Твен
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